Discourse with the DevilI offered Satan a piggy-back ride today. So up he hopped, and away we went for a walk, and I asked him all the questions I could think of. For how cruel is it to burden the Heavens with all my queries? There must be someone else to talk to.Discourse with the Devil1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I speak with the Devil. He's bound to have some interesting stories.
I ask, “What is love?”
And he says “The blood of roses and thorns.”
I ask, “Why is the sky blue?”
And he says “Because its sadness is infinite.”
I ask “Why did the chicken cross the road?”
And he says “The crosswalk was painted only in its mind.”
I continue to walk. He continues to cling.
For his unbearable heat and flame, I find him an easy package to sport. And the weight isn't noticed under the cool of the trees.
“Why are the shadows cast from the sunlight?”
“Because the darkness needs a place to play.”
“Is there a plan for me?”
“What does your calender say?
Irrelevant.You were changing, I saw it, but you didn't know,Irrelevant.3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
You changed from who I love to someone I don't know.
I wanted to see who I loved, so I tried my best,
And I saw her, fleetingly, hidden within your breast.
Now, I beseech you, if you've changed, then change,
Don't throw me away for nothing, that's beyond strange.
Don't torture me with the image, of the girl I still love,
Don't torture me with the image of an angel from above.
If you want to change, then please, do so,
Change into a girl that I don't want to know.
Just don't turn into the girl that I love again,
Because I cannot handle being thrown away again.
So if you want, then stop being the girl I love,
Don't torture me with the girl whom I will always love.
Dear Universe,Can you tell 16 year old me that I'm 20 now and I made it out alive. She won't know what you're talking about, but at least she'll know it's possible.Dear Universe,5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
His Left SideThere was something thrilling and unsafe about Moving Day - the day after the night he spent talking with Delta to decide if they should pack-up and find a new place. Being constantly on the move was tiring and despite wanting to settle somewhere for good, he could never argue the logic that he was a wanted man. Unlike some of the other agents, he didnt have an A.I to blame for running from the Freelancer Program; at least, not the kind of blame they found excusable. Delta hadnt taken his free will from him to resist the process - it was completely Yorks choice to run.His Left Side7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He adjusted the strap of his bag and checked that his gun was in an easily accessible place for the fifteenth time - at least. There werent many other people out wandering around and he half regretted moving without his suit on. As he cut through the park, red and orange leaves drifted to the ground in signals of fall and his eyes followed them, picking one in every wave to foll
Physical IllusionYork ran a hand through his dark hair, still slick from the recent shower, to clear it from his eyes. Craning his neck, he ran the green disposable razor along the underside of his jaw with careful precision to keep from cutting himself. He managed despite the pregnant time between now and his last shave, leaving smooth, clean skin in its wake. The last of the shaving cream disappeared, signaling the completion of the final bit of terrain to clear - his jaw was now free of all stubble.Physical Illusion7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
What do you think, D? he asked, the question posed to seemingly no one until the small, green figure projected itself from the helmet resting on the back of the nearby toilet.
I am not sure I- But York intercepted the statement, already knowing where it was headed.
Come on, D. Youre my left side, he smiled, turning more towards the Artificial Intelligence unit to give a better view of his new face. He hadnt shaved by choice but recent events made him decide
You and I.You and I.4 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
Last night I couldn't stop thinking about you.
I always imagine myself next to you.
I know I will not need to be afraid when I'm with you..
It's like you're the only guy I can be around and still feel comfortable and safe.
And I can imagine you holding me tight into your body..As if someone is trying to take me away from you..I hug you and my arms cover your shoulders.
I hold your t-shirt aggrisivly..Because I don't want to let go! I can smell the perfume of your body. I can feel you.
You are warm.. I look into your eyes and smile.. Because as long as you're there, my smile will never go away.
You make me feel so high. You make me feel so alive.
I get pictures in my head.. Pictures of you and I.
You.. The one and I'm the bride.
You in your black suit and me in my white wedding dress.
You.. The one putting the ring on my finger and I put the ring on your finger.
You.. The one I'm looking forward to enjoy doing everything with.
I.. The one who can't wait for the minute my lips will be to
WarriorWhen you attacked my world,Warrior2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your intentions were quite clear.
You intended to destroy us,
But now you reek of fear.
When I destroyed your armies,
My mind, for them, was not open.
And as I killed your captains,
My breath remained unbroken.
You expected many victims,
But alas, you received one, alone.
Your soldiers fell like dominoes.
My methods, to you, unknown.
And now you cower, drenched in sweat,
Fearing the death you know too well.
Without care, or a glint of mercy,
My blade rings Death's unholy bell.
DiscordHere, in darkness of my prison, unmoving, I have laid here for hundreds of years. A god does not need food, water, air or sunlight. Eternity can be unbearable if you have nothing to keep you occupied. And what can you do, if you are locked in dark, cramped chamber, surrounded by all types of magical barriers?Discord4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You start looking for a gap.
I still remember my sweet, beautiful Nightmare Moon, so bright and so proud. She would smash these locks, break the barriers apart. Leave nothing but slightest embers of magic, which would melt into her magnificent black mane. And then, she would make night and shadow itself kneel before its true goddess. But I am not strong enough. My powers pale in comparison to those of Nightmare Moon.
The only thing I am good at - is spreading seeds of chaos. To look for contradictions and create strife and discord.
That is why I'm not fighting my barriers. No, I listen to them; I seek out the gaps between two layers of defensive magic. Cracks within the shields wh
Los DyssianosLos Dyssianos6 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Los Dyssianos Gigantes, por Jakeukalane & loreball
Los Dyssianos 1 son una rama evolutiva de los Dussianos no ligada ni al Sistema Solar de Qenal ni al Sistema Estelar de Dixar (donde se encuentra Dussia/Dussia).
En la dussianología tradicional 2 (de Duss y Dussia), se los clasifica dentro del grupo de "Dussianos del Universo" para referirse a aquellos Dussianos que en la época colonizadora abandonaron la galaxia de Antip o no mantuvieron el contacto. Curiosamente, mucho tiempo después, los Dyssianos se enfrentarían a verdaderos
Viper's Fury - Chapter 1Viper's Fury - Chapter 15 years ago in Settings More Like This
U.S. Interstellar Marine Corps, Forward Operating Installation SMMC Micheal P. Barrett
Interstellar War I, Argo-Vela Constellation Combat Zone - "Op. Untamed Fury", Vibora Report
Interview with Capt. Jamie Pearson, Staff Sgt. Larry Jones, PO1-SWO Gordon Boudreaux
Reporter - Craig Freeman, CNN-BBC News Affiliate
Recorded Data Archives, 2095.11.10, Nova-VII
Three Naval Infantry soldiers, two Marines and a Navy SEAL, walked the United States Interstellar Marine Corps, FOI SMMC Michael P. Barrett Walk of Remembrance. I quietly followed their march around the barracks, through the fields and onto the shiny black deck where memorials were placed for Marines both missing- and killed-in-action during the First Interstellar War.
Around the base, groups of recruits were being run right into the ground by their drill instructors as they chanted cadences from the Marine Corps years' past. The drill instructors barked the cadence lines and recruits sung along.
"A-lo right, a-lo right la
You Gave Me a PromiseThe heat of Blood Gulch was kind in only one manner; the fact that it was a dry heat. Other than that, it was a relentless, strength sucking scorch that - on some days - rendered even Simmons too suffocated to move. Their suits did give some minor protection from the full force of the it but the assistance was just enough to make up for the sheer weight of the armor. It kept them from frying inside like cooked peas but beyond that was still an oven of warmth. Today seemed particularly bad and Sarge kicked them from the base that morning and seemed entirely grounded in refusing to share the air conditioning.You Gave Me a Promise7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Actually, that was why he kicked Grif out - Simmons was there to make sure the slacker didnt well, slack. It was an order he had upheld without question for the first two hours but after that he allowed himself to cave. The heat bothered him less thanks to the cybernetics but he offered a rare display of sympathy to the whining man. That moment of weakness had somehow spa
Lycanthropes - Variant MorphsHunterLycanthropes - Variant Morphs4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Hunter is the most common lycanthrope variant morph. They resemble the classic "man-wolf" of Hollywood, though they're really no more hideous in appearance than the average gray wolf. They stand anywhere from six to eight feet in height and sport an impressive physique; the average Hunter is three to four times as strong as the average human. They are capable of bipedal and quadrupedal movement, running on four legs or two. Hunters sport wicked fangs and retractable claws that are capable of tearing through metal. Like mundane wolves, Hunters (and all variant morphs for that matter) have an inner fur coat that is basically beige while the color of their outer coat can vary tremendously. Sometimes the fur color will be the same (or some approximate) of the lycanthrope's hair in his or her human form, leading to werewolves with blonde or red fur. Other times the fur coat will closely rese
Lycanthrope Club Vignette: The BetThe doorbell rang. Heidi emerged from the kitchen, sauntered over to the entryway and opened the front door.Lycanthrope Club Vignette: The Bet3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Cynthia was standing on the porch, scowling. She was wearing a blue jogging sweater and sweatpants with yellow stripes. Behind her a white sedan roared down the street and disappeared into the night.
"Look who finally made it," said Heidi, smirking.
Cynthia rolled her blue eyes.
"Yeah, whatever" she said, stepping past the redhead.
Chuckling, Heidi turned and followed her into the house.
"You know, Melinda bet me you wouldn't show," said Heidi mischievously.
"Yeah?" said Cynthia disinterestedly.
"Yeah, if you didn't, I'd have to go through it instead."
Cynthia froze mid-step.
"Damn it," she muttered after a pause. "I knew I shouldn't have come."
"Yeah, well, you never welch on a bet," said Heidi. "Even for...." Heidi broke into chuckles again.
"Yeah, laugh it up," growled Cynthia.
The pair made their way into the kitchen. Inside, Lily and Melinda were sitting at the dining table
ShutdownShutdown3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
"Would you tell anypony if you knew the world was going to end?"
Twilight Sparkle paused in the middle of raising a steaming cup of cocoa to her lips and stared at Carrot Top. "The world? Going to end?"
Carrot Top just nodded, her face a blank slate.
Twilight took a quick sip before she replied. "Well, hypothetically speaking-"
"No," Carrot cut in, then softened her voice. "No, not just hypothetically. Please, think about this before you answer."
Twilight shook her head. "But there's so much I don't know." She rose to her hooves and paced back and forth across the hardwood of the library's floor. "Would it happen all at once, like an explosion, or would it be a few minutes, or hours, during which everypony would be scared?"
Carrot finally broke into a small smile. "I should have expected this." The smile dropped away as she answered, "All at once. About three and a half hours from now."
Twilight stopped and looked back and forth between Carrot Top's green eyes. The cup of cocoa hovered
Sweet MissiveSweet Missive3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I'm sending an angel, with rust on his wings
But do not assume he is good
He's silly, a laugher
A heartless back-stabber
And he does not behave as he should, my dear
He does not behave as he should
I'm sending an angel, with blood in his soul
But do not assume it is red
It's black from the taking
Of hearts he is breaking
And his eyes are so terribly dead, my love
His eyes are so terribly dead
I'm sending an angel, as wild as Night
But do not deny him his play
He's sinning no longer
A raw, bitter hunger
For he cannot remember the day, my love
He cannot remember the day
I'm sending an angel, with salt in his wounds
I don't have assurance they'll heal
He's crumpled and broken
Of centuries unspoken
But he'll love if you teach him to feel, my dear
He'll love if you teach him to feel
Your StoryI'd much rather cry for youYour Story3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
'Cause my story is too painful to share
I'd much rather smile for you
'Cause my story is too painful to bare
So come here and I'll wrap my arms around you
Come here and I'll let your story shine
But after you share your story
Please don't ask me about mine
If only I could play the violin
I'd share my past through sorrowful chords
Vibrato on strings would be my voice
Fighting my demons with imaginary swords
Although I'm limited to words on paper
And the words aren't sung by a beautiful voice
These words make my story into a song
And this song confronts you with a choice
You can close your eyes
And pretend this is a fairytale
Pretend it's a meaningless story
That was never once true
Or you can open your eyes
And realise deep down
That the story isn't just about me
That you're the main character too
If you don't want to tell your story
As it is, spoken word to word
Turn your art into your voice
And you will always be heard
A picture speaks a thousand words
When My Little Pony Meets Horny TeenagersYou remember the My Little Pony from the eighties, don't you? Even if you didn't grow up with it, you most likely know of its existence. Those pudgy plastic collectable figures and the nostalgically bad kid's TV show to accompany them were very much a product of the times, embodying the consumer Zeitgeist of the period. And now we look back on their evanescence with misty eyes, firmly believing that they deserved the 'young-girl' tag that went with the product.When My Little Pony Meets Horny Teenagers3 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
It must largely be the visual appeal of the 2010 re-boot of the franchise, "Friendship is Magic", that has made a whole group of older individuals into fans. Those old, chubby ponies are now slender, beautifully animated characters with big, jewel-like eyes. And we must focus on the visual superiority of these ponies, and the popularity of "Friendship is Magic" with an older demographic, in order to understand why there has been such an influx in pornographic content regarding these equines.
Undoubtedly there was My Little Pony
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Notes on WerewolvesLycanthropes in The Lycanthrope ClubNotes on Werewolves4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Lycanthropy is associated with an unusual virus that does not fit easily into any exiting taxa. It functions similarly to reverse-transcription VI viruses in that it uses reverse transcriptase to integrate its RNA genome into the host cell genome. However, the virus also contains fragments of RNA that are unique to the genome of the Gray Wolf (mostly non-coding intronic or 3'UTR). These fragments are not integrated into the host and seemingly play no role in the virus's function. The oddest thing about the virus is that the infection itself produces virtually no symptoms and can infect nearly every cell type in the body (most viruses target only specific tissues). Once it enters a cell the virus quietly integrates itself into the host genome and hijacks the cell's machinery into producing more, self-assembling viral particles, which then bud off the cell membrane - all, amazingly, without disturbing the functions of the cells. Furtherm
AnarchyAnarchy,Anarchy11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A life of individual responsibility
A system of Government
With but one law,
Bring no pain to others.
So why are anarchists viewed as villains?
Because of people who claim anarchy
To order to bring about the destruction of peace,
Causing a whirlpool of truth and lies,
Confusing the observer,
While observing the confused.
The Antichrist is pain.
Drunk Ramblings...Have I ever told you about my brush with the Giant Gorilla People of Kenya? Nine feet tall! Chests as wide as bureau cases. That's what bureaus are shipped in, you know.Drunk Ramblings...4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
We were walking through the jungle. And came upon a vast clearing. 60 feet across. Fearing the dangers of the dark jungle, I decided to lead the team into the clearing to make our camp. We reached the center and began to pitch our tents. Mind you it was pitch black, but for our lanterns. Dead of night with barely a sliver of moon.
Never truly relaxed, I still felt a certain degree of reassurance. I felt this place would be safe. It wasn't until we got the fire going that I felt something watching us. I kept stealing glances into the murky darkness of the jungle that surrounded us. Under our chatter and the clatter of pots, I could hear a dark murmuring. As the meal came to a close, I put my back to the fire. When my colleagues asked why, I bluffed them. I told them my back was cold and I wished to warm it be
Potato x Potato!Reader [Crackfic commish]Potato x Potato!Reader [Crackfic commish]1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
The strangest commission I've ever got.
This is some funny shit man. I have no idea.
He was utterly in love with her. It was the blossoming of a love filled romance between...
They lay together in the packet, whispering sweet nothings into eachother's ears. There were also other potatoes there, but they paid them no attention. To them.... They were alone with each other. Just the two of them.
But their situation wasnt exactly the best. What had once been a date in the fields, had somehow came to this. They were hostages. Doitsu the potato, and [Your Name], the potato, were in a grave situation. They held onto eachother like a life line, wanting nothing more than to just go home. They wished to rip out of the packet, and walk back to their field and continue their lives as normal.
But alas... Potatoes have no hands or legs.
And suddenly, the packet was ripped open. Giant fingers plunged into the bag, picking up