Song MeMe Pt 01 - RDSong MeMe Pt 01 - RD4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Standing in the Rain
Since Lister arrived on Mimas, he'd spent most of his time drunk. Very, very drunk. He'd had a hundred dollarpound when he arrived [the sight of the bills shoved in his underpants surprised him more than the unfamiliar area] but it didn't last long with the outrageous price of lager on Mimas.
He was down to his very last fivepence when he woke up, half dressed in a seedy, red-light district hotel. He didn't make to move, just let his head pound and scream at him in a way that told him he was much too sober. A soft noise alerted him to the fact that there with a man fumbling to exit the room as quickly and quietly as possible.
Lister started, snapping into a sitting position and letting out a cry. Half out of pain in his head, and half out of surprise.
The man whirled, tripped, and slammed face-first into the door.
"Was' this all tha' smeg 'bout?" Lister moaned, rubbing his head. Slowly, parts of his body were starting to ache. And not just the parts he was e
The Joker's NightTwas the night before Christmas, and all around Gotham,The Joker's Night5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The villains were gathering, no Batman to stop them.
The signal was shining up high in the air,
The bats eyes were blind to the black and white flare.
A plan like no other had just taken flight,
And a vision of grins flashed through the cold night.
Through an alley I walked, the tension abound
Hearing insane laughter, and shadows around
Pulling my scarf up over my nose,
I glance down and notice a box by my toes.
The lid of the box with the handle in red,
Was open and laughing, its receiver was dead.
The moon flew high above me in sight,
I knew that the Joker had committed this blight.
When, what to my wondering eyes did appear,
Two figures grinning, a chuckle I hear.
His face was grotesque, his hair a bright green,
His suit was tacky, the worst Id ever seen.
His assistant beside him in her dress red and black,
Her unorthodox beauty took me aback.
Now what have we here? he laughed as he said,
100TC List: Fye Themes1. First Impression100TC List: Fye Themes3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
72. Shattered Pieces
5 Ways To Defeat An Artblock This essay here is based on an article from Psychology Today magazine, where the main story is "Confessions of a Sociopath." I couldn’t find this online, and I want you guys out there on deviantART to read this, ‘cause art blocks are the bane of artists. Anyway…5 Ways To Defeat An Artblock7 months ago in Academic Essays More Like This
1) You know that saying “think outside the box”? Well its horseshit. Whoever told you that should be struck in the face repeatedly. You don’t want to think outside the box, you want to take a different approach within the box. It’s like if you’re stranded without a ride home and you think “Maybe I’ll just grow wings and fly home.” There was a test in which participants were prompted to create animals that would not be of this world. The result was that they ended up creating creatures that were awfully similar to earth creatures. It was probably stupid shit like green skinned tigers with red eyes. The reason was that they were told to
Clancy Brown FactsClancy Brown Facts8 years ago in Humor More Like This
The reason why Chuck Norris, General Grievous, and Jack Bauer kill so many people is that those people are in the way when they are running away from Clancy Brown.
Clancy Brown was born holding a giant goblet full of sheep's blood. He held it high, saying in a commanding voice, "Behold your master!" He then took a drink and spewed it on the doctor and all the nurses.
Clancy Brown beat Anorexia. Then he got carried away and beat everyone in the room.
If Clancy Brown was in a room with Hitler, Stalin, and Teddy Kennedy and had a gun with two bullets, he would belch so loud they would all disintegrate. Then he would beat up the gun for only having two bullets when there were three people in the room. Clancy Brown doesn't stand for that kind of nonsense.
Clancy Brown is the ultimate form of absolution. If he beats you to death, God will feel so sorry for you that he will automatically let you into heaven no matter what you'v
One MessageThe door opened with the usual swoosh when Lev entered his quarters. His quarters. That was a nice thing to think considering the events of last week. Not two hours ago he had still been merged with Commander T'Vean. Thankfully this time everything went as planned. He sighed and took off his lab coat and uniform jacket, tossing both over his desk. The floor was littered with padds and possibly a few broken things, he couldn't tell in the dim lights coming from the planet partially visible outside the window, nor did he care at the moment. He'd clean up the mess tomorrow.One Message1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
The bed made no noise when Lev dropped himself face first on it. He closed his eyes, trying to ignore the messy clump in the back of his mind that were the memories of last week. He recalled a lot of confusion, and a lot of anger. If vulcans seriously had to deal with that amount of uncontrolled feelings he really pitied them. No wonder they were acting like someone wedged a s
Sugar and SandShe was the oceanSugar and Sand1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
to my shore
pulling me closer
then pushing away
from her reach
and from this lesson
I will teach
that life is fleeting
(as is love)
but truth will help us
all our brokenness
(of our former selves)
of our comfort shells
like bare sand:
She was just human
in the end-
a tragic beauty
and my friend
yet she slipped away
(like the tide)
and to her will I
because I know how
much it hurts
to lose one’s focus
when one flirts
with one’s destiny
and dying from lack
when nothing is sound
by her law
but she will return
in the raw…
(like sugar and sand)
Another Keith FableAnother Keith Fable3 years ago in Comedy More Like This
Did I ever tell you about the time when me and my buddy keith went fishin?
well he wasn't to cool with how there were no fish bitin' n sheet so he got out this-like MASSIVE hook covered in feathers and stuff and cast it out infront of the boat
I don't think he realised it at the time but the hook went under the boat and got caught in the propeller and dragged him overboard but keith wouldn't let go cause it was his first catch of the day and like...
have you ever seen that video of a frog in a blender?
Well like Keith's leg wuz chopped right off and shit so there was blood everywhere, but Keith had other problems. You see all the sharks nearby, in like.. a flock or somethin' started circling him. And I kid-you-not, Keith grabbed a shark and sawed it in half with the propeller.
Mind you he was underwater at the time so he was holding his breath and swimmin with one leg n sheet.
When some dude fished out his leg months later he got a shock but lucky the doctors were able to reattach it n
Zoethian :: Friendly Coffee"Are you alone?"Zoethian :: Friendly Coffee1 year ago in Sketches More Like This
Rythian closed his book slowly, absorbing the last few words. Zoey stood at the door, arms folded, relaxed yet ready to strike. Rythian tried not to feel a pang of annoyance at that. Lalna could attack us at any time, and it wasn't bad that Zoey was always on her guard.
"Alone," Rythian replied.
Zoey smiled. "Up for coffee?"
Rythian raised an eyebrow. Asking for coffee? This was new. Nevertheless, He pulled his cloak around him, slipped his hand in Zoey's and let her lead him to coffee.
They soared through the air, over Lalna's Castle, around the Sipsco. compound, through InTheLittleCorp... Over Honeydew Inc. and Pig Island. Far enough away to Owl Island and where Nilesy stayed.
It was in the middle of the night, but that didn't make any difference. Everyone was awake, working around.
Lalna saluted to them with a mug of ale as he sat on this tallest tower.
"What was that?" Rythian asked.
Zoey kissed his cheek, waving at Lalna. "As they say, a kiss on the cheek can turn
Beautiful LiesBeautiful placesBeautiful Lies1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
with beautiful skies;
with beautiful eyes.
Do we realize
these beautiful lies
hide a truth so wise
it begins our rise?
with infinite twists;
with infinite lists.
Do our two bone wrists
attach two bone fists
when the fight persists
and no one resists?
with empowered dreams;
with empowered beams.
Do we open seams
by choosing our teams
just because one seems
as if it redeems?
with thundering song;
with thundering wrong.
Not asking again.
I know the answers.
I know we have been
fighting our cancers.
Yes, we can see it.
Yes, we can beat it.
Yes, we believe that
we can achieve it.
Just one more question.
Do we have the will?
Petition to CapcomPetition to Capcom2 years ago in Letters More Like This
February 5, 2012
Attention: To whom it may concern, as well as all Directors, External Directors, Auditors, and Corporate Officers at Capcom Co., Ltd.:
We, the fans of the Mega Man Legends franchise, have been waiting 11 years, 9 months, 2 weeks, and 2 days to the date that this petition was written, and more since then, for the release of the third entry in the franchise, Mega Man Legends 3.
Mega Man Legends 2 ended on a notable cliffhanger, requiring a full third release to tie up the loose ends it left. Since its release, there have been over 30 games released in the Mega Man franchise, with little done for the Legends franchise aside from appearances of characters in crossover fighter games such as Marvel vs. Capcom 3: Fate of Two Worlds, cameo appearances in games such as Dead Rising, and an extracanonical cell phone game that took place between Legends and Legends 2, Rockman DASH Great Five-Island Adventure, r
The RosaryIt was a pleasantThe Rosary1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
feeling, to believe that
someone watched over
me but like a
sand castle built
to close to the
faith began to
The book that
holy is now a
book of lies.
Now the rosary
sits in a
dust never to
be worn again.
RaindropsRaindrops2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You see the storm
coming on the horizon.
You're immobile with fear.
The lightning flashes revealing all your flaws.
Their words hurt like claws.
Your beginning to lose hope, and the rain begins to fall.
Dont let them get to you.
They're just jealous and enjoy watching you suffer.
There's always a rainbow at the end of the storm.
You sit in your corner wishing the storm would go away.
The tears begin to fall like a million raindrops.
Your heart is ripping itself apart.
But the thunder only gets louder, the lightning
The rain comes pouring down.
Never give up even when everything
You cant take anymore
and then you walk into the storm.
You face the wind,
You face the thunder
A ray of hope penetrates the dark clouds
You see the rainbow and you know everything is going to be alright.
Let me be your wings Chapter 1Chapter 1: It all starts with a wishLet me be your wings Chapter 15 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
The story begins as many do, once upon a time, but not in a far away land or any such nonsense. No, it began right here in Ireland, a realm full of magic and mystery, fairies and nymphs and dryads and sprites and many others who the human realm knows not of, for they are very clever, wise beings and come only to those who are pure of heart, and earn their trust. And it began with a wish.
An old man living in the town of Galway, Ireland was one such man. His name was Solomon Muoto . Truly a wonderful man in his own right, as he was always charming and helpful, good-spirited and kind. But he was also very lonely, for he lived in a shop just outside of town, where he sold many beautiful things, with only the animals and a lovely black feline named Alastair for company, since his wife passed away from a sudden illness, leaving him with the promise that he would try and be happy without her. He did try and in many ways Solomon was happy, but he was still
A Reichenbach Poem (BBC Sherlock)It’s been awhile since you fell down to Earth from the skyA Reichenbach Poem (BBC Sherlock)6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
My, how our time together had gone by
First you were here and then you're not
And now you're in a Coffin, left to rot
I still remember that day you ended our final call
The day I wasn't able to break your fall
I didn't believe that any of it was real
But as I approached, there was no pulse to feel
I just want to say, you were never a lie
So I stubbornly refuse to say goodbye
I am all alone now, and I owe you so much
Look at me now; I'm back on a crutch
I want you back; I don't care what you said
So I’m begging you Sherlock, Please, don't be Dead.
Ask Loki anythingAsk Loki anything2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
OOC: Ask Loki anything, I will answer best as I could. I also do roleplay responses also. I recommend you watch me on DA for more uploads of text to see your response most likely. I might later do sketch response, like stick figure and stuff. xD Art Block has been hitting me again.
Loki raised a brow and looked to the strange crowd, hearing few screams in the distance. What am I doing here? He thought to himself quietly with a deep sigh pushing from between his lips. He straighten himself from his throne chair, looking at the crowd with suspicion. He whispers something to guard, getting an answer in return. "Ask Loki anything day? Oh good grief, I be busy ruling earth and Asgard. Fine, I'll do this little question stuff." He spoke with arrogant and pride in his voice. His brows furrowing down in slight aggrivation. He inhaled the cool air and calmed himself knowing this likely be a long day.
He grabbed his staff, placing on his lap with his brilliant green eyes staring at the
This Day Aria (Colt Version) w/ Lyrics[King Metamorphosis]This Day Aria (Colt Version) w/ Lyrics2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
This day is going to be perfect.
The kind of day of which I dreamed since I was small.
All those Armor loving bores, say I look great in uniform.
What they don't know is that I have fooled them all.
This day was going to be perfect.
The kind of day of which I dreamed since I was small;
But instead of having cake, with all my friends to celebrate.
My wedding bells may never ring for me at all.
I care not a thing about the ring. I won't partake in any cake.
Vows,well I'll be lying when I say.
That through any kind of weather. I'll want us to be together.
The truth is I don't care for her at all.
No,I do not love the bride for my heart is dead inside;
But I still want her to be mine.
We must escape before it's too late;
Find a way to save the day. Hope? I'll be lying if I say,
"I don't fear that I may lose her, to 1 who wants to use her.
Not care for, love, and cherish her each day."
For I oh-so love the bride. Oh i
The Next StageDis Carson and Zriz dropped their guns and raised their hands—on in Zriz’s case, claws—into the air. Zriz spat at the feet of the Eubolan holding them at gunpoint. Dis shared the sentiment. Out of habit, he berated himself. He should have seen the signs of ambush before boarding the derelict and called in the authorities. As if the life of a search and rescue unit wasn’t dangerous enough, he’d had to go charging into the dead ship looking for survivors. Trying to be a hero.The Next Stage8 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Instead, it looked like he was going to be just another victim. A five-year veteran should have known better.
“Look, just take the rations and go,” Dis said. “Shit ain’t even expensive.”
“Do not tell me you are afraid of death, Carson,” said Zriz with that clicking noise he had for a laugh.
“Hell no,” he said. “But dying at the hands of a filthy pirate over a measly box of food rations isn’t what I want carved as an epita
In the Hallway"N-No!" Chekov screams.In the Hallway3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Stop fighting me, dammit!" His captor replies sharply.
Chekov struggles against the iron grip of Hikaru Sulu, the ship's sadistic Pilot.
The man has Chekov pinned against the wall, his hands pushing the Russian's arms against his body, as the boy struggles in vain.
Sulu places his face nearby the right side of Chekov's neck, nuzziling his nose upon the Russian's smooth skin.
"S-Stop it!" Chekov shouts.
"Shut up!" Sulu yells back, slapping Chekov with his right hand, using the other hand to keep the boy pinned down.
"I-I don't like this..." Chekov moans. "Please let me go!"
"No..." Sulu says. "This..."
Sulu uses his right ahnd to feel Chekov's uniform-covered chest slowly, rubbing his hands all across the boy's frame.
".....This smooth skin....This perfect fucking body....." Sulu continues. "I'm going to use as much of it as I can..."
"Get off of me, you-!" Chekov starts, only to be interrupted with a harder slap.
"You utter that obscenity and I'll have you push
Full Circle, Downward Spiral“Because I said so!” his superior screamed, and slammed the door behind him.Full Circle, Downward Spiral7 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Jonathan sighed and slumped over on his desk. Outside the birds sang, the sun shone and the earth continued to turn, oblivious to the misery of the people toiling about on its surface. All the strife and abuse which caused a churning chasm in the human condition meant nothing to the World. Oh sure, their wars scarred her surface, but she always healed. On the cosmic timeline, mankind was a short-lived rash. Jonathan did not believe the optimistic foretellings of science fiction; he was utterly convinced that they would kill themselves off or poison the Earth until it was unable to support them any longer. But even after their demise, the Earth would continue, a little worse for wear but still alive.
So why had he bothered? Why did he think he could have improved his arbitrarily-assigned geographical location? Youthful naivety, he chalked it up to now. He had believed in the promises of the revoluti
I Die A LittleWashington was known for its rain. It was constantly pounding down, turning dirt into mud and mud into wetter mud. Most times, people would ignore it, popping up their pocket umbrella and carrying on with their fish-buying and coffee-drinking. Nevertheless, the neighborhood kids all noticed the rain and started off for home and hot chocolate. Bae and Thur, having been playing amongst the crowd, also began to trudge home when Mother Nature got weepy.I Die A Little2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Baaaaaaaae, do we have to go home? I wanna keep playin'!" Thur asked nagging-ly.
"Thur" Bae sighed, trying to think of a suitable explanation. "You remember what happened last time we stayed out in a rainstorm."
"You stunk worse than broccoli!" Thur wrinkled his nose.
"You mean the little tree things? That's not broccoli!" he said determinedly. "Those are called salad clouds."
"Because it's an entire salad mushed into one little mutated cloud. The cloud even has a built-in handle so you can eat it easily."
Thur's little face li
An IllusionMinds in a vacuum-An Illusion11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
it’s too cold outside.
Faces express gloom-
it’s time to hide.
when worlds collide,
giving little room
to turn the high tide.
Eyes over the crowd-
I shouldn't take part.
Voice singing out loud-
I steel my heart.
When never allowed
a total restart
how can I be proud
of this quiet art?
thoughts like these
of an illusion…
Game of quantity-
there isn't an end.
Life of quality-
too much to defend.
I tend to pretend
I’m an enemy
to a loyal friend.
Love is what I sought-
something to be yearned.
Pain is what I bought-
truth had to be learned.
In the end I thought
to become concerned
about being caught
up in what I've earned.
still feign confusion
is an illusion...
AstrayGive it to me straight,Astray11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
don’t hook me with bait
new tyrants vetted-
a dictator’s words
are to be doubted
with insides hollow-
false shepherds which
the astray follow
A well-trodden path
so straight and narrow,
poisoned with hatred
and laced with sorrow
I may lay the blame
for lost condition
of old tradition
pain and contrition-
the crushing force of
Go awayGo away3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
"I said go away."
"F-Fine but why?!"
"You know why."
"No, I don't! If I did, I wouldn't be asking!"
"Forget it. Just drop dead."
"B-But, I didn't do anything."
"...Don't do this."
"Too bad. Go."
"Fine, then I will."
"...I love you."
"And I hate you."
"Look, forget it. You loved me, you loved her and now you do again. Go and be happy or whatever."
"What!? No, I don't love her! I still love you!"
"Never mind. What was there is gone. And it's not coming back."
"But.. baby, c'mon, don't.."
"Don't call me that!"
"..I won't.. I'm sorry.."
"Just have fun with her."