Free Roaming Mode Part 8 I lied there for what seemed like an eternity while guilt devoured me. Was saving Mike the right thing to do? I thought. Maybe. Freddy never really liked me much even before I spared Mike, so even if I hadn't have done it, he wouldn't had thought of me any differently. But this is something new. I have an enemy now I told myself in my head. I may have three, that is if Bonnie and Chica were swayed to disliking me by Freddy. I had very little interaction with Bonnie and Chica, even before The Bite. It wouldn't be very smart to have three people against one, so I needed to do my best to convince Bonnie and Chica that I'm not just another opponent.Free Roaming Mode Part 811 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
But how could I have given them that idea? We weren't like humans; we couldn't just get up during the middle of the day and talk. Hell, we weren't even ourselves during the time place was open. And I can't just walk over to them at night. Freddy would be sure that that couldn't even become a possibility.
A planet without menA planet without men.A planet without men1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Dont I wish I lived on a planet where men dont exist,
Equality hardly exists in this planet of males and females
Hermaphrodites and Androgynes are asumed to be a myth
Yet so many earthlings believe that a god is not a myth
Transsexuals and transgenders are frowned on,
Conservatives consider the small and big changes an abomination.
In some places even women are put down not alone by segregation.
Men dominate the planet, together with their invention,
The oldest mind manipulation called religion
The religio political leaders that made this planet a prison
Are all males, who abuse little children.
From the the highest levels that no one can name their positions
Down the authoritarian pyramid of political theism to the free masons
All male totalarian testosterone penis brain driven bunch of scum,
Raping mother earth until she bleeds into the stars, cutting her open.
Will mankind, yes, man kind, kill mother earth, with nukes ?
Sprawling her insides into the moon in fu
A Duet With MusicA Duet With MusicA Duet With Music3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The music replays inside my mind,
The melodies ad harmonies mix and dance,
with color and swirls of sound.
Lyrics are words that relate, sing to the heart,
and open the soul.
The rhythm of a heartbeat,
the feelings that breathe,
the feelings that speak.
I feel the rush of thoughts that music brings.
Whispers, soothes, cries, and loves.
Raw, gentle, sweet, laughing, and
Notes catch stars in a jar,
keeping time all day long.
over and over.
It never truly ends.
Free Roaming Mode Part 10 The moment I sat down I noticed what had been the object that fell from Freddy's grasp: a tiny wrench. I picked up the small tool I felt my endoskeleton tense up. What 'adjustments' had Freddy made? How does Freddy keep waking up before 12? Where on Earth had he acquired an object like a wrench? I asked myself, feeling an odd mixture of fear and curiosity, which frankly was nauseating. Freddy's ability to defy what I had come to know as facts was fascinating, but also made myself feel mortal terror; What would he do next? I had thought it impossible to escape the pre-set binds of when we 'wake up' and when we 'go to sleep'.Free Roaming Mode Part 1010 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
I released the wrench from my grip, letting it hit the wooden floor and roll off into a distant corner. I decided to think no more of it, to think no more of Freddy. But I knew that I was just preempting what was bound to happen. He wouldn't leave me alone. I knew that.
I stood and opened the curtains. I leaped off the stage,
He Won't.Love.He Won't.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Its such a cold, cold thing
Nobody will understand.
Nobody will understand...
Sees anything that makes sense,
But you don't.
You see the beauty,
He sees the logic.
You see the wonder,
He sees the mathmatics.
You see the magic,
He sees the answer.
You see the mind,
He sees the equation.
You see the heart...
But he searches.
For a way to tell.
Who you are, what you are,
But he can't.
Because you're not an expression,
What he says or thinks won't alter you, don't let it.
For he, won't matter.
He might matter in the now-
But he won't in the future.
Free Roaming Mode Part 6 His name was Mike Schmidt.Free Roaming Mode Part 61 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
Mike was the next human to step up into our little game. Mike seemed normal enough; not exactly a teen, but no where over 25, not muscular but not scrawny, not tall but not short. His hair was an unremarakable blond and his skin was pale. He seemed to blend into the crowd. Except for one thing: His eyes. He obviously had Heterochromia iridum. His left eye was a deep green, while the other was an electric (almost neon) blue. The kind of blue that you could just look at eternally, and it would never become boring to observe.
I passed Mike off as just another opponent in our game, in which we stand undefeated, waiting to be killed off. But Mike...
It was his first night. I activated promptly at 12 A.M., once more cursed to walk in this body. It was dark behind the curtains, but not dark enough to see nothing what so ever. A small sheet of paper and a little box was barely visible, but on the other end of the stage. I walked over, m
Blind, Chapter OneBlindBlind, Chapter One1 year ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
It was somewhat dark out in the deep and seemingly never-ending alleyways of Germany. Its 1899, and there has been multiple conflicts in this country, conflicts of which I want no involvement in. Our factories have been taken over completely- used for war preparation. Great Britain seems to be watching us closely for any suspicious moves, but we are smart enough to secretly work on supplies and gear. Our chancellor is aware now of the issues that are being caused by a man in a silver mask, bearing armour I have never seen before, and the German soldiers are wearing extra armoured helmets, and gear... But that man, his name is the Fantom. He seemingly wants to make unstoppable tanks, which as of right now, he is succeeding greatly. He walks into factories, with his soldiers, takes the scientists or highest ranked workers and imprisons them until they give up and work for him. His face has been in the papers for a little while now- his scary mask, and his creepy eyes with ruined sk
Sage's Apprentice -DGM fanfic- CH 1Sage's Apprentice -DGM fanfic- CH 13 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Lavi-kun! Over here!"
"No, over HERE! Play with me, Lavi-kun!"
"My turn, Lavi!"
There he was, the bookman's successor, showered in women calling his name as far as the eye could see
"Lavi, come here!"
"Wake up, Damnit!"
Suddenly all the women disappeared and were replaced by a single old man with a grumpy expression as Lavi opened his eyes.
"You red-haired fool! How could you over sleep on a day as important as this!" the Bookman nagged.
Lavi rubbed his eyes and pouted. "What's so important that you stole me away from such paradise?! Dreams like that should never have to end Not that YOU'D understand Ol' panda "
Bookman wacked Lavi on the back of the head and yelled, "How many times must I tell you not to call me that?! Hmph. Shame on you for prioritizing worthless dreams over a meeting with the Sage of Life."
"What's so special about this 'Sage' guy anyway? I don't remember anyone like that showing up in history before " L
KaibutsuKaibutsu2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The full moon was up in the sky, shinning down on the city. It was a typical spring night in Japan. Kagekao sat atop a building. At fifteen years of age, he was restless to go out and do something; yet he couldn’t seem to find anything to do. Overlooking the city, he could see all around at the roads and assorted buildings. He wanted to go and play another one of his games with someone, but he couldn’t seem to get in the mood.
Although Kage had lots of fun playing his deranged games with random people, something felt missing. He didn’t really have any other person to truly call his friend. The only other demonic creature he knew of was a shinigami* named Scollex (*shinigami – Death God). Even though when first meeting Scollex Kage had wanted to become friends, it hadn’t worked out and now they resented each other. He couldn’t remember much from his childhood, he didn’t know where is parents were; or if he even had parents, or if they were even
Once Upon a TimeOnce Upon a Time3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I miss you.
Do you miss me?
I'm trying to touch you,
But you keep pulling away.
You told me you loved me
Once upon a time.
But now I don't think
You even thought to try.
pit bullEvery year pit bull terriers are responsible for the death of 3 people.pit bull8 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
40 children a year drown in 5 gallon water pails, in your lifetime you are 16 times more likely to drown in a 5 gallon water pail then be killed by a pit bull.
Pit bulls were known as the number 1 family dog in the 20th century, but the very same qualities that make this breed such a wonderful pet, are also valued by those who use them as fighting dogs, training them in brutal methods, some even going as far as to sew bottle caps under the dogs skin to ensure they're in constant pain, to make then more aggresive.
150 people a year are killed by falling coconuts, making you 60 times more likely to be killed by a palm tree then by a put bull.
Pit bull puppies, ones that have never fought before are often killed because their parents were fighters, since when did it become guilty until proven innocent?
According to the American Canine Temperament Testing Association, 82.5% of the American Pit Bull Terriers
HeartbreakWhen you walk awayHeartbreak8 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I count how many steps you take
As you leave my life forever.
When you turn away from me
I lose sight of the face I
Once thought was in my life forever.
When you don't speak to me
My heart breaks since
I miss the way your voice sounded
When I assumed you were mine forever.
When you leave my heart
The pieces of my broken heart
Are missing you so.
When you're gone forever
You leave heartbreak in your wake.
I never thought it'd hurt that much
When you left.
Days seem likes years without you.
I need you when I cry
Even though I never though so before.
You're out of my life forever.
You've left me with severe heartbreak.
And the sore truth is.....
I still love you.
Free-Roaming Mode Part 3 October 8th, 1987.Free-Roaming Mode Part 31 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
The day I will never forget. It was a slow day, only about 20 visits. There were no birthdays, no field trips, nothing special. We were still in 24-7 Free-Roaming mode back then. The day lingered by very slowly until about 1:43 p.m. Then it happened. There were about five children in Pirate's Cove, 4 pre-teen males, and a young female (who looked about 8) way in the back row of seats, obviously off in her own little world.
A hooded middle-aged man walked into Pirate's Cove with no young human, and sat 2 seats away from the girl. I payed him no mind and thought that maybe he was just in touch with his inner child. I then noticed he was quietly chatting with the young female in the back. I listened in on their conversation, not needing to to talk myself because the 'Swashbuckling Tale' was just a recording. Apparently the girl's adolescent brother dropped her off 30 minutes ago and was coming back in an hour. The adult then did something
another survey: Spike and Samanother survey: Spike and Sam4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
1) Pick one of your FCs/OCs
2) Fill in the questions/statements as if you were your FC/OC
3) Tag 3 people at the end of the quiz
1.) What's your name?
Spike: Spike Shaffer.
Sam: Samuel Eoghan Feidhlim Saunders.
Spike: dude, seriously?
Sam: uhm... y-yeah..
2.) Do you know why you were named that?
Spike: no idea, and I'd like to know, actually..
Sam: I've no idea either. My middle names mean something in Irish though, so I'm sure dad had a reason for giving me odd names.
3.) Are you single or taken?
Sam: same here.
4) Have any abilities or powers?
Spike: I can scowl people to death.
Spike: *sigh* Sam, didn't you ever learn about sarcasm..?
Sam: oh.. Well, to answer the question - no, I don't think I have any powers or such..
5.) Stop being a Mary-sue.
Spike: your MOM is a Mary-Sue..
Sam: what's a Mary-stew? o.o
6.) Uh...if you were to get in a fight with a strong wrestler, do you think you'd win?
Spike: me, because I'm so fricken buff..!
TGA-Chapter01-TheFirstMeetingTGA-Chapter01-TheFirstMeeting4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Chapter 01: "The first meeting"
It was winter in this region of Mobius ...
And last night it had snowed, leaving white everywhere.
! I'm going to go out and play ... I then returned ...
a little hedgehog said ...
: Do not go too far ... mmm, I hope he has heard me.
To put it in an amused tone
The "small" ran out of his house, and this was a very amazing thing, he knew that people could move quickly, but not like this guy, he had the special ability to catch up with the speed of sound, so:
He was known as Sonic The Hedhehog.
Sonic was playing in the park to make a snowman.
Sonic: n_n, to me has been very good this doll more than good, super good!
!: Let's play war of snow ... "* * some children shouted" ... (There were two cats and two armadillos).
Sonic: I can play with you?
!: Only play those with a brother.
Sonic: Now I can play ... look, I have a brother ...
Everyone looked at the snowman that Sonic had built ...
!: I say this beca
WerewolfLet me run and howl under the moon,Werewolf10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What does it matter I'm never going to die.
I won't return, not very soon,
I need to get away; all I need are wings to fly.
Don't come after me or I'll turn on you.
You won't know what to do or to think,
I'm the monster, the beast, with a hate you never knew,
So break my leash, just one link.
Bend the bars of my cage,
So I can spread my wings,
Fly away with all my curses and rage,
I'll return when the Thorn bird sings.
Above all my senseless dreams I'll soar,
Floating through all my old childhood memories,
I'll go on, faraway from here, and know so much more,
So break these bonds, I beg you, please.
So under the moon I can howl and run,
Singing my praises to the one above,
I'll run away at the first ray of the sun,
And chase after the one I love.
I'll come back one day,
Just wait and see,
I'll take your own chains away,
And together we'll run free.
On furries*WARNING- Some people may find topics in this post objectionable or not something everyone should read. If you have a problem with this and choose to read this post, it's not my problem.*On furries9 years ago in Editorial More Like This
One of the places I go to brought up the subject of furries recently. If you don't know what a furry is, it's a fan of anthropomorphic art. Anthropomorphic or "anthro" art is animals with human characteristics (Bugs Bunny is an anthro rabbit for example). The term "furry" may also be used to describe an anthro animal, even if it has no fur.
Some of you are probably thinking, "Furries? Aren't they those gay people who dress up and do it in animal costumes, draw XXX animal art, and 'really love' their pets? Those freaks?" I'm here to set things straight.
First off, furries are not people who think they are an animal or have an animal's spirit. Those people are called "Otherkin" and they may or may not be a furry. Furries may, and it seems often wish to be their animal, but that's essentially the same th
ForceCaught you, pulled you back.Force4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Frantic, you were
too big for your skin,
given to indiscretion,
taught to follow rumbles
made by those running
in the wrong direction.
Told you, reasoned you back.
Terrified, you were
watching fear, frustation,
love consumed and decayed,
folded into yourself.
Better not to know
the right direction.
Met you, you looked back.
Disappointed, I was
sorry, you waste time running
your face told me:
chase the knot
in your stomach.
Emotions, you know.
Left you, gave you back.
Already gone, you are
lost to me, destined
to seek the darkness.
He WavesHe waves. It's a friendly little gesture, almost a two finger salute to an old friend. He's watching you through your window.He Waves4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Boy has fine, burnt umber hair that shines like silk in the midmorning sun. It's almost a shame to see it in the unisex, unflattering buzz cut of the OldGens. He is obviously one of them; the OldGens. No self-respecting NewGen would be caught dead in this kind of state muddy face, torn knees, his empty collection sack over his shoulder. It is the NewGens who are expected to keep themselves neat and orderly. They are the only ones for whom it is worthwhile doing so.
As a NewGen child, you have been raised to behave exactly as your parents tell you. And your parents behave the way the GenWatch tells them. But in all your years, the one thing they have not been able to straighten out of you is your curiosity. So you stand up. You leave your desk exactly the way it's not meant to be covered with unfinished homework and you