Femlock - LateWhen Joan's microbiology lab finally ended at six o'clock on Friday evening, she bundled up in her hand-knitted scarf, fleece gloves, felt hat, and pea coat before braving the walk back to her apartment in the freezing winter weather. The distance between the biology building and the dormitories was tolerable on most days, but when any exposed flesh turned bright red before she reached the hall, Joan desperately wished the walk was shorter. When she reached the building, Joan did not remove any of her layers of clothing, and instead walked straight up the two flights of stairs to her floor.Femlock - Late3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
When she opened the door to her room, expecting welcoming warmth, she gasped in shock.
"Sheryl! It's freezing in here!"
The one window in the room was pushed as wide open as it could go, allowing all the cold winter air inside. Sheryl Holmes sat on the windowsill, seeming to be completely unaffected by the temperature as she r
SHERLOCK: Mind Palace Expansion - Ch 1SHERLOCK: Mind Palace Expansion - Ch 13 years ago in Drama More Like This
Chapter One: Someone New
Sherlock sighed as he peered down the microscope at the slide he was examining. He was bored out of his brains. No murders had happened, and nothing else that had happened really warranted his attention. He hadn't heard from Lestrade for weeks, and even Mycroft seemed to have decided to have a break from irritating him. It was a sign of the degree of his boredom that he was almost half wishing that Mycroft would appear, smugly irksome as usual, to attempt to bully him into taking a case (not that Sherlock would ever have admitted this to his brother). He didn't even need to be at Barts for any case it was just a distraction, and a very poor one at that.
It had been five years since the Moriarty affair; two since he had revealed himself to John. Five years! The exhilaration and fear that it had generate
11 paradojas del Grafic Desing11 paradojas del Grafic Desing6 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
En los siguientes párrafos, leeremos toda una serie de paradojas.
1) No hay tal cosa como malos clientes: sólo malos diseñadores.
A nosotros nos encanta culpar a nuestros clientes por un trabajo pobre. Cuando los proyectos se vuelven amargos, siempre es la culpa del cliente -- nunca nuestra --. Por supuesto que hay malos clientes. Pero diseñadores tratándolos mal usualmente los convierten en malos clientes. Como diseñadores, terminamos con los clientes que merecemos.
2) La mejor forma de aprender a ser un mejor diseñador gráfico es convertirse en cliente.
En las pocas ocasiones en que he pagado por un diseño gráfico, he aprendido más sobre ser un diseñador que en cualquier otra cosa que haya hecho. Es sólo al encomendar a otros diseñadores que descubrimos que muchos de nosotros no somos muy buenos en articular lo que hacemos o cómo trabajamos. Para muchos clientes, l
.you were a passing.1 year ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
storm, a tornado scribbling
your name in the sand
A body, two souls and a fluffy tail part. 1A body, two souls and a fluffy tail part. 11 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Somewhere, in a normal classroom, a normal class starts, it was a Tuesday morning and the time was warm for the season in this little Canadian city. Despite the fact the students barely come back from their vacation there was a cheery atmosphere, the teens were telling each other happy new year and compare their gift, completely normal… well almost. In this class there was one boy named Jeff not fitting the perfectly normal sense, sure from outside he look like all the others, bushy brown hairs, in average height, wearing glasses, brown hair, he didn't get lot of friend because he had some… let say personal reasons to stay away from the other, but in his closest friend there was Zoey the school female athlete idol.
"Hey, how was your vacation this year Jeff?" ask Zoey to Jeff who sited at his desk
"No much Zoe" he answer using her nickname "The usual, family party at my house, I didn't receive too much gift most was money I might spend on games"
Jeff was living in an old
KidnappedKidnappedKidnapped3 years ago in Humor More Like This
"Ow!" A hiss of air passed between his teeth as her heel dug into his foot. She was already fuming mid-whirl and paid him no mind. He didn't try to get in her way.
"What is it this time?" Jasmine demanded as the smoke machine sputtered to a halt in the background. The gray fog smelled oddly of clown makeup, no doubt aggravating her pissy mood past the Scourge threshold. Mozenrath was usually a patient man, but even he was starting to gravitate toward his TV persona.
"Don't get smart with me," the new director snapped. "We've been over this a dozen times! You have to look terrified. You're getting kidnapped by your worst nightmare and you're totally defenseless!"
Jasmine made a derisive noise, stepping toward the edge of the set. "Okay, look Mary, I know you have your newly minted Masters in Directing and all, but have you read a single page of the base material? Or watched even fifteen minutes of the show? I am not terrified of this guy.
Auditor of the Ashes"I am an incalculable rhythm of distinction."Auditor of the Ashes3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Those words being uttered from the other side of the cubicle wall were not expected, but they could not be labeled as "unexpected" in my inventory of daily expectations. "Is that so, Rod?"
"I am a paradigm of undiscovered configurations."
This second phrase fell on me as the first. "Well, that may be true, but you know how much they love it when you talk to me over the cube wall like that. I hope this audit project hasn't finally pushed you over the edge."
"I am a master of untamed neuropathic swings."
It was that statement, I see now in hindsight's tremendous focus, when I began to worry. "Oh, you're the Jonas Salk of neuropathy now? I thought you were an accountant?"
"I am the King of Spades, and I have an ace up my sleeve."
I heard his chair push back, the plastic wheels rolling across the plastic mat, and his Oxfords made a few taps on the mat until they transitioned to the carpet. He was go
Network Races: NymphsRACES OF THE NETWORKNetwork Races: Nymphs2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
TERMS- HISTORY - POPULATION - RACIAL FEATURES - TODAY - NOTABLES
- 'Nymph' is the general term. Major classes of nymphs are those of water (naiad), vegetation (dryad), land (oread), caves (lampad), and fire (igniad).
- 'Nymph' can have nudge-nudge-wink-wink connotations, so they're alternately called elemental humanoids by the politically correct and the stuffy.
- Are traditionally referred to with female pronouns though they're not inherently gendered beings.
- Technically they're not a race or even a species, because they have no hand in the creation of new nymphs and existing nymphs have nothing like a social society or culture. If anything, they are a sporadic natural phenomenon that happen to be self-aware.
- Nymphs are sentients that come to be in places of concentrated natural magic. (Such places are the result of the Network's closely overlying neighbor dimension- which leaks the mad
Against Nature"Mommy!" The call shatters the peace I fumble to carry like a bell in an abandoned cathedral. I can't stop myself from looking for the little girl whose voice pierces my heart.Against Nature2 years ago in Sketches More Like This
I can't find her. The park is full of children - too full. Shrieks bleed with laughter, buried under the heavy pounding near my temples. Children push against me, protesting as I rush by. Heads raise as nearby adults track me with wary eyes. They see a frantic parent seeking her child, but no amount of sympathy inspires them to do more. The sharp tang of fear burns; no matter how quick I am or how many times I search the colorful maze of jungle gyms, I can't find her.
It's faster to work around the crowd but now the trees block my path. Shadows peek from behind sprawling trees, giggling at my misfortune. It's hard to remember if the girl's voice was panicked when she called for me or if I had imagined it. Was I wrong?
A familiar sound stops me. The giggles I hear belong to a wild blonde who waves to me
Equine Random Life GeneratorSomesmera StablesEquine Random Life Generator5 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Random Equine Life Generator
Random Numbers (0-9)
(0-2) Gets pregnant on first try
(3-5) Multiple covers before conception
(8-9) Doesn't get pregnant
(0-1) No complication
(2-3) Long labor- tiring for mare and foal, no other problem
(4-5) Breech- Foal turned on its own, no other complication
(6-7) Breech- (0-4) Complicated turning, foal fractures leg- (0-4) Survives (5-9) Dies
(5-9) Decide not to turn foal, mare bleeds and is exhausted for several days, foal is fine
(9) Mare dies
(0-1) Easy, Quick learner
(2-3) Cautious, but willing
(4-5) Cautious, fearful- Always has trouble with (0-1) Halter (2-3) Stable Blanket (4-5) Saddle (6-7) Bridle/bit (8-9) Hooves
(6-7) Dangerous first ride, injures either horse or rider
(8-9) Training long but very successful
(4-6) Accident Prone (0-4) Minor (5-9) Major
(7-9) Performance Injuries
BREEDING CAPABILITY (Female)
Twilight-Uncensored Ch.6ReviewTwilight-Uncensored Ch.6Review4 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Review of Chapter Six
By Stephenie Meyer
So after many long days of keeping this thing as far from my physical person as possible, I must return to complete my duty. What is my duty you ask? Killing myself very slowly in the worst possible way ever. So, in order to do this task, I grab Sheepie and the copy of Twilight I borrowed from the bookstore with no intention of returning. [No, I'm dead serious, I may have apprehended that book without legal rights to do so.]
For a brief [and we mean brief] recap:
Bella Swan moves to Forks.
Meets Edward Sexy Pants.
Nothing of importance happens.
There. You're caught up.
I mean, I could delve into unnecessary detail about what happened in the five previous torture sessions I've put myself through for your sick entertainment, but then you'd just be lazy assholes. Go read the previous five chapters, you bastards.
I'm just kidding, I love you...somewhat.
So, I begin this chapter with Princess Bella reading Macbeth like the
Will of the heart, Chapter 1Chapter 1: A decision that will change it all.Will of the heart, Chapter 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
For very long and painful years, the Sun Kingdom and the Moon Empire had been in constant war. The main reasons that caused the war were unknown to the citizens of each kingdom, which made it hard to understand how two allies became enemies overnight.
The consequences of the ongoing war had taken its toll on each country, although the most affected one had been the Sun Kingdom. Maybe it was because the Moon Empire's army was more prepared and skilled, or maybe it had to do with the fact that the King of the Sun Kingdom was less strict than the King of the Moon Empire; either way, the once mighty Sun Kingdom was left almost in ruins.
Many citizens had been killed over the years, the destruction of their cities had been inevitable, and now their food was scarce and there was not enough money to sustain the people.
Nobody knew the Sun Kingdom's current situation better than Prince Ichigo Kurosaki, future ruler of said nation. He was extremely
Story Idea Perhaps it was the way things had fallen into place that really stumped him. Despite how close he was to dying merely sharing a space with her, he still managed to feel relatively calm in her presence. Shrike said nothing to him, but he knew she was listening, even with her back turned. Things had been happening surprisingly quickly; a much greater change from the usual monotone pace their restricted existence typically went by. Being locked away from the outside world and the sun that stretched above it prevented the feel of passing time. Everything was the same. Their bodies no longer kept track of time when the atmosphere never changed. It was one of many things that made falling asleep difficult.Story Idea1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Shrike was perched beside the window, her tiny frame situated right in front of it, hogging the view of the world she left long before. If it had been anyone else, he would’ve been abrasive, assertive, made her move out of the way to let him see. But this
Aloha Hawaii”Oh that reminds me! Tacco, I completely forgot the entire reason for why I came yesterday. Ya know... So much happened and we all got caught up in things.” Ruby suddenly exclaimed, which seems to make all jump a little in their seats.Aloha Hawaii8 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
“Oohhh yes, I remember you shoved some piece of paper into my chest when you arrived.” Robin stated, before taking a delicate small bite from her croissant.
“Ehe… Yea, sorry about that, Robin. Though it really is some big news! Wait a sec.” Ruby quickly got up from her seat and went to look in the laundry basket, where she had left her shorts after the cake incident. Just one moment later, she had fished out a piece of paper and returned back to the others. Giving the folded paper to Tacco.
“Let’s see then…” Tacco unfolded the paper and started reading the long text on it. Only few moments later, he came to a hold and looked at Ruby with big eyes.
“Is this true?”
TortureSometimes I like to torture wordsTorture6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with obscene acts to nouns and verbs.
I tie them up in sentences
and whip them till they make no sense.
I love the screams of prepositions
while pulling them in odd positions;
and conjunctions make a lovely din
when decapitated by my pen.
I bind the wrists of adjectives
just for the pleasure that it gives
and adverbs leave me hot and bothered
once their meaning is uncovered.
Interjections beg for release
with pronouns trembling on their knees.
And once my fiendish work is done,
you'll find that I have just begun
my scheme to try and make you see
it's not perverse - it's poetry.
Hinata the LovingHinata's lungs were on fire as she struggled to catch her breath. Her heart beat erratically as she stood before the man who was responsible for so much death in destruction: Pein. The self proclaimed god stood not twenty feet from her, sword in hand, waiting to strike down her beloved. And were it not for her timely arrival, that's exactly what he would have done.Hinata the Loving3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She took her stance, more confident in it now then she had been the last time Naruto had seen her use it so many years ago. Then she attacked, her fists ablaze, her one desire not to win (though that would certainly be nice), nor was it even to kill Pein (though if she managed to do that she would certainly count it a victory of high caliber); no, the only thing she really cared about doing was protecting Naruto.
As she fired two chakra constructs shaped like angry lions heads at Pein (which she was proud to note destroyed one of his strange chakra rods), she reflected that it was a little crazy of her to be doing this. Yes
nostalgiaYou have fingers like hummingbird wings, soaring across thenostalgia4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
porcelain keys with power that thunders like the sea. You're
breathing music and you're breathing life and you're breathing
me in and really you wish you could just
stop to breathe.
You pried the fragments of glass from my skin, shattered
remnants that used to beat within me. With velvet
delicacy and the precision of a
predator, you sewed together the pieces that didn't quite
fit. With eyes like a wolf you watched the lamb race away
unwounded, a desperate, primal roar finding itself