The Dragon MechanicThe door was locked.The Dragon Mechanic3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
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Septimer had vague memories of being six, curled up in her uncle's lap while he sat at his great big ink-stained writing table and sketched out diagrams of gears and machines and dragons. His clothes smelled subtly of car exhaust and molten metal, but it was a smell she loved because it was her uncle's smell. In his dim study, the only light was that of his tall desk lamp and Loki's red eyes, like dying embers, burning faintly in the shadows at the back of the room. Her great mechanical heartbeat filled the room with a slow, deep, steady pulse.
While her uncle worked and Septimer watched, her eyes barely peeking
Scream of SquirrelthuluDay 23. The squirrels continue to leave small nuts and twigs at the door. Today I noticed a pattern to their leavings. The piles and mounds form glyphs, when viewed from directly above. Something about them causes my eyes to unfocus, to refuse to center in on any one shape. It's almost as though the symbols are alive, moving on the concrete of my porch. Yet, I know this cannot be the case.Scream of Squirrelthulu5 years ago in Horror More Like This
I thought about gathering the nuts, so as to eat them and gain some sustenance, but what happened the last time I did this still haunts me. I can still hear the annoyed, hollow chittering of the rodents as they threw themselves against my door time and tim
Hell-WorldHell-World3 years ago in Settings More Like This
Random Idea after reading the Julie O Story: Family Curse http://www.fictionmania.tv/stories/magic/FamilyCurse.txt And thought up a new Satyri "parallel dimension" storyline
A long time ago, a Fallen Angel placed a people in bondage, they and their animals and herds where carried to a planet it had moved into an orbit counting Earth' s and then hid it in a pocket dimension.
This planet [name pending] is heavily volcanic, and little of Sol's light makes it through the pocket dimensions main aperture to the rest of the universe (This is basically a big fold in space a quantum-cul de sac)
The Humans and other beast shanghaied onto
Bruce vs. TonyScene: A dark lonely rooftop in Crossoverville. A cowled man hunches over the edge, watching the street below. At least until another fellow in bright red and gold powered armor lands next to himBruce vs. Tony9 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Tony: Hi! Is this roof taken?
Tony: Thanks, I just need to adjust my repulsors here. Won't take a minute.
He kneels down and starts fiddling with his flight boots. Bruce tries to ignore him.
Tony: So anyway, I'm Tony. Who's the man under the cowl there?
Bruce: I'm Batman.
Tony: I know that. Who are you really?
JARVIS: He's Bruce Wayne, sir.
Tony: JARVIS, what have I told you about remote scanning other people
CL Round 3 One good thing about the race being in town was that even though Aaron slept through his alarm clock(again) he was able to make it to the general racing area early enough to do some shopping. Kried didn't really seem to like the idea, then again he didn't really like anything about Aaron. So what else was knew? Aaron just let the cat sulk in front of the store while he spent some of the complementary cash they got on some useful things, like rollerblades and dog leashes. He was surprised the store had them, but they were right there between the bow-and-arrow sets and the computer software.CL Round 33 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Hey buddy," Aaron said as he stepped out
Blood of the EarthAll night long I lie awake and listen to the roar of the river. It rushes downward in great spasms of spray just a few yards from our cave, and I can hear its voice echoing from the entryway. It is a cascade, a monstrous waterfall gushing down the black cliffs where we lie asleep in our caves. I press the palms of my hands to the floor and can feel it in the stone; a rushing like that of blood through veins. Yola says the river swells because of heavy rains far upstream, but when I lie awake at night I sometimes think it is because the earth is bleeding. Its blood roars and foams and gushBlood of the Earth4 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
Prithee, SoldierOh prithee, soldier, ere ye march to war,Prithee, Soldier4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Remember dauntless she whose love you cleave
Upon the lea or in the fallow moor,
Where'ere to ye the Soldier's Shilling leaves.
For I am she awaiting, she and I.
We think of thee in battle, siege, and dearth,
And dream to hark thy brazen battle cry,
Feel bucklers clash and taste the blood-soaked earth.
And shall the cleric come in doleful black
While dirges knell, the soldier's only pall?
"The arbiter of life hast called him back,
And ne'ermore shalt thy soldier come to call."
Depart my soldier, purge the hoards with flame,
But deign to leave thine dulcet not the same.
Creature League SE 1Creature League SECreature League SE 14 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Its definitely still Monday
Uggggh .finally. What a day, I groaned as I collapsed onto the large fluffy bed in the middle of the cabin room. Staring dully at the log ceiling I sighed, Though I must say, one of the dullest Mondays Ive have. I mean, who doesnt get nearly knocked out by a marble thrown from pesky winged aardvarks that consequently get beaten by crazed floating island inhabitants? Much too clichéd for my tastes. Id almost rather a risky, adventurous Monday consisting of a dangerous essay question for English and fighting t
Running For HomeThe bike roared to life beneath her drowning out her tears and anger. That massive purr that resonated against her thighs and shattered the silence of the campus was all that could soothe the raging wolf. As the motorcycle surged forward an echoing voice behind her called out her nickname.Running For Home6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
"Wolfsbane!" Ororo Munroe called desperately to the frustrated young woman. Six months from graduating with a bachelors degree in motorcycle mechanics Rahne had finally lost her temper for the last time. Losing her temper however was the least of Ororo's concerns. Rahne had definitely lost control this time. Patience for the young womans violent beha
Festing on the ShowWarning: This Story contains Nudity and VoreFesting on the Show5 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
They may do this as entertainment for others but they are mere chess pieces, they are forced into this game of life and death for the wealthy who throws away stacks of riches for the show and celebrate whist those who are thrown onto the stage fear for their lives. They had what would sound easy a task to complete and if they succeed they would be set free, frailer was not an option. However victory wasn't as easy as it seemed and those who fell were humiliated in front of thousands who came for a show which no care about who was on stage as the continued to cheer.
The overhead lights flicked to
Luna Game: Chapter 0: ForewardFor those of you who have played and/or seen playthroughs of it on YouTube, the way you see ponies has forever been changed and you can't erase those 15-20 horrifying minutes of your life from your mind or your soul anymore. Before we get into the actual story, lemme tell you a little one. A friend of mine, known as CalligraphyJack on the internet, was playing Luna Game the other day. He really had no idea about the order and stuff and couldn't replay some games so he couldn't tell me how scary it was. Thing is, I knew it was gonna be scary because I know this guy in real life, he pretty much never gets scared. I could see the look on his face playing the game. This game was obviously not for the faint of heart. Now, this was back in May. I had completely forgotten about Luna Game until just yesterday. I forget how I even remembered it but I did. I downloaded the first game, I'm just playing as Luna and then in LESS than a split second, it turns to a picture of creepy Zalgo Pinkie Pie.Luna Game: Chapter 0: Foreward9 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Social Network of the bound side [UNFINISHED]Title still in worksThe Social Network of the bound side [UNFINISHED]10 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
I slummed on the Sofa holding up my heavy head as I stared blankly into the screen of my laptop with only the sound of the rain crashing down onto the plastic roofing of the spear room. This was a typical productive day for me, lying around the whole house with nothing but the sound of the rain and my own thoughts keeping me company.
My Parents would usually be at work for the whole day which would be okay if it wasn't the summer and schools were closed; even if no one liked it at least there you had something to do, so for the usually week days I'd just be inside this large building I called home. I wasn't worried abou
Zelda Doujin IdeaZelda Doujin Idea1 year ago in Settings More Like This
So heres the thing.. I've had a rather interesting nightmare involving another form of poor dear link.. its like since playing the games , and watching him grow, my mind is trying to predict the next step...
Skyward sword, bringing up about the legends.. i keep feeling depressed knowing old link is probably dead...
BUT... as my nightmare plays out.. and thanks to the converyer belts in skyward... It played an eerie collage in my mind...
Link found his way into Ganondorfs traps.. Dashing quickly through the steam punked freaky patterns of hell and techno.. thinking he was under water as his body dashed through the dark drops until he saw, b
My old shoesMy old shoes1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
My old shoes
My old shoes are raggedy
Worn out, form years of walking
A hole in the right side of one
The left in the other
I will never get rid of them
They are written on
I love W scribbled out
A heart with a music note, in royal blue
A breast cancer ribbon, to honor someone I love
My old shoes are me
The feelings I felt
The changes that grew within me
The way to freedom
The way to laughter
They are a bridge to the past
But also a will to move forward.
They are important
They will never be tossed away
They will be kept safe
My dad will not rid me of them
My old shoes are raggedy
Worn out, form years of walking
A hole in the right side of on
Spiky Haired confessionsThe spikey haired teenagers known as Sora stared to the small golden plaques engraved with a number in front of the white door as his figures danced with each other; sweat running down from his head as he bit his bottom lip, there was a reason he was so nervous though as today he finally was going to confess after keeping them hidden for weeks on end and now he felt he had built enough courage to finally say it.Spiky Haired confessions1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
His arm slowly stretched out quivering towards the door as he felt his nerves trying to overcome him telling him maybe this was a horrible idea and he should go home and forget about the whole thing, no, he needed to do this. His han
Analyzing: SuckerPunchAnalyzing: SuckerPunch2 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Analyzing and Improving: Suckerpunch
Zach Synder is rapidly gaining a reputation as a visionary director even since his powerful debut with Dawn of the Dead. He reinvigorated comic movies with the success of 300 and confirmed his credit as a comic movie director with the highly faithful Watchmen. His reputation revolves around his devotion to classic geek culture, the archetypes of science fiction and fantasy brought to vivid larger the life reality by the latest computer generated effects. He's also infamous for having scantily clad and promiscuous female characters in compromising situations, overblown combat set pieces, and incredible amo
RevelationsThere was a record store on Seventh Avenue, and sometimes they needed help unloading new stock—Jimmy had pitched in a couple times, when he needed cash for a betting pool or weed or something, and after a couple rounds of that he'd just left them his number to simplify things. It was a Saturday in late-June when he stopped by to fill in for an acquaintance who was out getting something nasty treated, something nasty that Jimmy had to pause and check himself for after he hung up the phone, on account of the nature of their acquaintanceship.Revelations2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He was flipping through the cardstock covers, looking for something like the less-popular cousin o
Cleverbot hates sparklefagsCleverbot: What is your favorite movie?Cleverbot hates sparklefags2 years ago in Comedy More Like This
User: Not Twilight.
Cleverbot: I don't like Twilight.
User: What are your thoughts on Edward Cullen?
Cleverbot: Hate him.
User: Why do you hate Edward Cullen?
Cleverbot: Because, I just do.
User: But why do you hate Edward Cullen?
Cleverbot: He sparkles.
User: I love you Cleverbot.
On Planet Earth On planet earth, everything is perfect. War and fighting and disagreements are obsolete. Every mind on the planet is identical. No person knows more about anything than any other person. No person knows any less.On Planet Earth3 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
When babies are born on planet earth, they know every bit of information that exists on the planet. The grandest, most complex concepts are known to every person on earth.
All the diversity on earth was deemed inefficient centuries ago, and everything was then standardized. Instead of spending time after birth teaching children to read and write, they are born knowing how to. This is because, for the past nine months, they have
A T4-TV Rant- Amusement ParksA T4-TV Rant on DeviantART: Amusement ParksA T4-TV Rant- Amusement Parks5 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Amusement Parks: They were amusing for our time. We rode on roller coasters, we won super-size stuffed animals, and ate the best food on there... until the shit hits the fan.
Here's what I'm getting at: Amusement Parks are not what they used to be anymore.
First off, their bullshit policies for the handicapped. Here's a good one. Back then, we would have to wait in long ass lines, but for people who are disabled, they can just get in the ride easily. People who have Autism like myself, the handicapped, you name them. Guess what? All that changed. Now, almost all amusement parks have a disa
Untitled LoveThe rhythm of tiny drummersUntitled Love5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And the miniscule strummers
Plucking the strings of my heart
I wonder if it's them or me
Dictating my movements
As I close the gap between us
And crush our lips together
Time and space themselves freeze
No cell dares to move
I am struck with an electric jolt
And quickly jerk my head away
I turn and run
Nothing you say matters
Refusal or acceptance
The words will change nothing
I'm hooked on you, love
Label Me?Am I inconsiderate?Label Me?5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
So I curse the happiness of others?
Do I wish I was in their place?
Does that make me evil?
Does that make me cruel?
My feelings of jealousy
Are temporarily bandaged
By kind, soft words
And gentle, strong arms
Though soon enough
My envy seeps through
A sickening shade of green
Like the colour of my eyes
Am I malevolent?
Someone needs to help
Call me those insults
Say them all to me
With as much malice as possible
One of them should fit
Like a puzzke piece
To my personality
I don't need your pity of help
I just need to label this fucking un
Once Upon A Time Story 1The princess who wanted more.Once Upon A Time Story 16 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
once upon a time... there was a beautiful girl...
She was all the kingdom needs, she was all her people see.
someone dark and temping, came to her one night
said he would make her, make her more in sight.
then he took her far away, locked her in a scary place
now her people lived in dark, never knowing what to face.
the princess never saw the light, years and years went by and by.
Till she sent a silent dove, with a messege far above
save me from this scary place, i will help you what you face
then one day a prince came through found the dove that she sent you.
on his horse
Speech- Bono VoxAs a thirteen-year-old, grade eight, I have my own, unique opinion on a variety of subjects. One such opinion of mine include some very sincere song lyrics; One man come in the name of love. These song lyrics were written about that single man through history, who managed to change the world. I believe that since the beginning of time, there has been one man, who made a difference. Who had just enough influence, that he could change the way things work. At one point, this man was said to be the Jesus Christ. Through time, the title of "one man" has been passed on to many different people, in different countries, in different situations, and fSpeech- Bono Vox6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This