Almost Human - Chapter 1: Prelude to MadnessI hope you enjoy the little gift I left behind. I'd love to see your face right now as you receive it. Your blood must be boiling over, your heart racing for the horror your eyes have witnessed, your mind flooding with adrenaline to come after me. All that drive and resolve drowning that constant stoic and brooding stare. Oh, how I'd love to be standing right in front of you to witness the reaction to my present. But alas, my attention is needed elsewhere. That idiot Harley Quinn of mine cannot function properly without my lead. But don't you fret my dear Dark Knight, by the time you finished reading this I'll be waiting for you. I will be waiting on the rooftops of Gotham; they will function as our stage. The scarce stars and moon hanging over the light polluted pestilent city will be our spotlight. Join me darling for another dance in our magnificent play. I'll be waiting, I always am.Almost Human - Chapter 1: Prelude to Madness2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Batman crumpled the note in his black gloved clutches and threw it angrily at the gr
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.
Only You. Chapter 1Only YouOnly You. Chapter 11 year ago in Emotional More Like This
"Only you can make this world seem right
Only you can make the darkness bright
Only you and you alone
can thrill me like you do
and fill my heart with love for only you
Only you can make this change in me
for it's true, you are my destiny
When you hold my hand
understand the magic that you do
You're my dream come true
my one and only you
Only you can make this change in me
for it's true, you are my destiny
When you hold my hand
I understand the magic that you do
You're my dream come true
my one and only you..."
Batman broke down as he stopped the last missed call he received from Joker.
It all happened so quickly. Why did he have to make things so difficult for himself all the time?
"If he just calmed down and let me help him for once, then he might still be here.."
Bruce trailed off, staring blankly at his hands, the image of the limp body of the pale faced man was still in his mind. How he just lied there in his arms. Dead. How could he feel this way, towards someone w
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
Dragon's Eye: PrologueDragon's Eye: Prologue6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
It was the summer of 1957, and the night was calm and warm. The storm clouds from earlier were now just a few harmless puffs on the horizon, but the air still held a faint scent of sweet rain. A light breeze danced through the woods just outside of town, rustling the leaves of the oaks and maples and birches. And within these woods were two travelers, seemingly following some unseen path through the growth.
Come on, its just a little bit farther, called the man in the lead. He had short, scruffy, sandy brown hair and wore large, squarish glasses over his big sky blue eyes. He picked his way through the thick underbrush with an air of someone who had done it many time before. The woman behind him, however, wasnt having the same amount of luck.
I sure hope this it worth it, Will! shouted the petite Asian woman as she pulled her shirt free of another branch. I dont know how mu
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.Enderman4 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
Snow-girlShe is ice-cold, my snow-girl. Ice-cold, and snow-white, as beautiful as the frost-rimed spiderswebs lacing our tree. Ice-cold.Snow-girl2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I wrapped her in my coat - see? - but still she holds the Winter in her heart, clings to the ice and the snow and the frost and the steel-surgical-blue of the sky, blue as her eyes (roll back her eyelids, see for yourself. As blue as betrayal, my snow-girl's eyes), and she will not warm herself, no, not for all my asking.
I wrapped her in my coat, and I wound my scarf around her neck three times (you see? Three. Three is lucky. Three threes is magic, but my scarf is not that long), but still she holds the ice and the snow and the frost at the heart of her and she will not warm herself, no, not for all my pleading.
I wrapped her in my coat, and I wound my scarf around her neck, and I covered her feet (you see? Such tiny feet, my snow-girl has. So small. Like doll's feet, china-white), but still she holds the Winter in the heart of her, and she will not wake and
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 Guardian2 years ago in Drama More Like This
Dragon's Eye Ch 1: Meet RileyDragon's Eye Ch 1: Meet Riley6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Year 2006 (49 years later)
There was a faint sound of crushing gravel as the little blue car pulled to a stop in the small parking lot. An aging man got out of the drivers side. He was extremely tall and well built for his age, and his hair was cut short and in varying shades of gray. A thick matching moustache adorned his slender, kindly face. Square glasses were perched on his nose. He reached back into the car, pulled out a simple mahogany cane, and with its help made his way over to the other side of the car.
He opened the passenger door and helped a young girl out of the car. This girl was fifteen years old, and skinny and straight as a twig. Her face was also slender like the mans, albeit much younger and more feminine. Shoulder length, sunflower blonde hair was swept up into a ponytail. She wore a simple white t-shirt and blue jeans, with flip-flops on her feet. Her hands were cov
Shattered Glass AutobotsOptimus Prime:Shattered Glass Autobots6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Function: Emperor of Destruction
"All sentient beings are free to follow me. Refusal means destruction!"
During Cybertron's Golden Age of peace, an elite few served as the guardians of Cybertron's accumulated knowledge. Among these data clerks was Optronix. A low-level operator who sought to replace those above him, Optronix turned his research skills to finding methods of manipulation. Eventually, he rose to prominence; however, when his activities were uncovered, he was removed from service and left purposeless. Deep in his Ember though, Optronix believed he was best fit to lead Cybertron. He hungered for power and through his studies, he determined that military might was the only way to achieve his goals. Preaching a philosophy of destruction and conquest, he eventually began re-engineering his body as well
Twilight's Best Friend: Part 2Part Two: The Sincerest Form of FlatteryTwilight's Best Friend: Part 24 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
The Continuing Offworld Jungle Perils of Sylla: 1Chapter OneThe Continuing Offworld Jungle Perils of Sylla: 12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Mera lay draped over a large tree branch enjoying the heat of the summer day. Her tongue flicked lazily in and out and she sighed contentedly. She had recently shed her old skin, and as she shimmered in the bright sunlight she flattered herself that there was not a better looking serpent in the jungle on this day. Her belly was full as well, and there were few things that added more to her contentment than a recently ingested meal, especially one of this size.
"Mom! Mom! Where are you?" cried a voice from below.
A heavy and less contented sigh escaped Mera then. She wondered if she could stay hidden up here, or if Sylla would find her? Slowly she eased her head over the branch to survey the ground below. With the new meal in her, Mera knew she'd be too slow to escape her adopted daughter this time. She sighed again.
The past ten years had flown by...like a rock. Her
FiM: Mort Takes a Holiday 7Rarity sat huddled on the dressing room floor, sniffling as she beheld the task before her. On one side of her were the shoulder pads with their frayed tassels, the diamond-studded buttons and a single, chipped ruby. With them were over two dozen pieces of torn fabric, sewed together and arranged in a way that they were beginning to resemble a sleeve. Rarity found some solace in the fact the gold thread helped her know where to start, like the round edges of a jigsaw puzzle.FiM: Mort Takes a Holiday 74 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
But it was of little comfort, as the other side of her showed; there lay the rest of the suit, haphazardly piled. She levitated two pieces from the pile and brought them in front of her, bringing them together. She looked at them intently (or as well as she could, given her eyes would water still), swapping their positions, rotating them in place, going through every possible combination. When it became clear they didn't fit with one another, she groaned in a small, miserable voice, and threw one of the pieces back
Only You Chapter 6"Jack?" Bruce called out.Only You Chapter 61 year ago in Emotional More Like This
"Yeah?" Jack's voice echoed.
"I need you to come with me, I have something to show you."
A moment passed.
"Right yo." Came the short reply as jack came out of the library.
They made their way into an elevator, which proceeded down into the caves underneath Wayne Manor.
When they arrived, jack knew exactly where he was.
"Ah, the legendary Batcave," he exclaimed, arms raised. "It's so much bigger than I expected." He teased
Bruce shook his head. Jack was sounding more like Joker every second. It was driving him crazy, or maybe he had gone crazy years ago.
Jack continued his taunting. "Playboy millionaire by day, Batman by night."
When the elevator came to a halt jack leapt out and waltzed around the cave, cooing at all the fancy equipment Bruce had Lucius create down in the warehouse. It was secretly funded against Wayne incorporations wishes but that just made it even more fun to do.
After Bruce had given a tour of the entire Batcave, Jack sudd
Proof of GodTo start off, I'd like you to take a moment to consider why it is you don'tProof of God4 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
FiM: Mort Takes a Holiday 5Mort quietly shut the door behind him, Rarity's suit draped over his back. The dressing room was larger than he thought it'd be, and just as frilly as the rest of the boutique. A light-purple wallpaper covered the walls, walls that at one end had a rack of dresses neatly hung up, and at the other end a number of pictures and paintings of mares in dresses. And at the far end of the room, there was a long, ruby-colored dresser with with white carvings, reminiscent of vines. A large, oval mirror stood in the center of the dresser, and in front of the mirror were dozens of bottles, brushes, eyeliners, lipsticks and other make-up that Mort had never paid attention to.FiM: Mort Takes a Holiday 54 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
And there he was, covered in an all-encompassing black cloak (that technically wasn't a cloak but a manifestation of his ethereal body) whose best attempt at looking like a "normal" pony was imitating their skeletal structure. He was a shade that reaped the souls of dead ponies, he was almost as old as the princesses th
FiM: Mort Takes a Holiday 6It didn't take the two of them long to find him. He hadn't gone very far, settling down on a grassy slope, in the shade of a tree. The slope looked over the hub of the park, which consisted of a dirt path circling a fountain, surrounded by benches and several paths leading elsewhere into the park and into Ponyville. More ponies were beginning to show up, planning on enjoying the bright, clear day.FiM: Mort Takes a Holiday 64 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Mort didn't seem to register her until she was practically on top of him. He looked up at her with pink eyes, looking pitiful.
She gave him a comforting smile. "How's it going, Mort?"
He shrugged, murmuring something under his breath, before turning his gaze back to fountain.
Not to be discouraged, she asked "Are you sure you're not hurt?"
"I'm okay," he stated, simply. Hearing nothing else, Twilight Sparkle settled down next to him, keeping some space between them. She looked out at the park along with him, watching as Ponyville's citizens went about their activities. Friends were gossiping
Ode to KeldeoOde to Keldeo2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Sweet little pony: cream, chestnut and blue
Yearns to be strong and brave and true.
Learns from his teachers, their patience and trust,
Lessons in life that you cannot rush.
Ambitious young kelpie, with eyes of grey
Recklessly sure then, he ran away.
Brave little warrior, certain and steady
But he faced a dragon before he was ready.
Our hero was strong, the dragon was stronger
They fought till the pony could take it no longer.
Battered and broken, quaking in fear,
“Cream-coloured kelpie, away from here!”
So moon and candle, give me your light
Fire in the hearth, burn clear, burn bright.
Children, gather in the fire's warm glow
And I'll tell you the story of Keldeo.
Weak and stumbling, attempting to flee,
Saved by a travelling group of three
They saw he was hurt, they bandaged his wounds
But he knew the dragon would find him soon
For he hadn't finished what he had begun,
And his foe would not rest till the battle was won.
The pony was frightened: trembling, he said,
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."
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
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
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 Day3 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.