STC: Risan Holiday: PrologueSTC: Risan Holiday: Prologue1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
September 25, 2268
The view of the Orion homeworld from the large window in the captain’s office was a good one, and Captain Cera Rigel leaned against the wall as she took in the sight. This was her first time in the system and she was, to be perfectly honest, rather nervous.
The Orion Syndicate was a well-known galactic power with an infamous reputation. The Orions didn’t have the military might or vast territory that the United Federation of Planets or the Klingon Empire had, but the touch of their green fingers could be felt for hundreds of light-years. They were merchants and pirates, businessmen and slavers. They didn’t care how they made their profits so long as the profits kept coming in.
Unauthorised ships who came to Orion without legitimate business were seized and the crews put into the slave markets. They were notably suspicious of any vessels from the Federation and checked their credentials carefully. Cer
flying is not a synonym for falling.i. do not rise gentle from the cautious dawn.flying is not a synonym for falling.4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
you were born a blank piece of paper;
you etched your stories into your canvas over time.
the problem with being paper is that
you're not the only one
who can choose what you look like to others.
they glue on labels over every inch of your body.
from hair to skin to intelligence to weight to gender,
they can determine where you'll go in "life", how many friends you have, if you'll end up a whore or a prude.
they cover your pure skin with scars and bruises and graffiti,
and your fragile airplane wings become too heavy with the weight of words to fly.
they tell you to do this, and that,
to go eat a salad, not to be "fat"
they'll tell you that it's alright.
Sciencefiction WritersThey are men who can dream of things that never wereSciencefiction Writers1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
They are men who can dream of things that are yet to become
They are men who dream of the perfect cure
where no diseased will ever succumb
They dream of other worlds with alien life
of a society with no need
They dream of an earth without strife
or a world void of greed
They are men who can dream of things that never should
of a world gone wrong
They dream of things that always would
of a species standing strong
Their stories of grand display
inspire the scientists of today.
stop me if you've heard this one beforei.stop me if you've heard this one before3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
there is a man on the corner of my street
who gave me a bottle of bleach
and told me if i drank it, i'd finally feel clean.
but i gave it back to him, and went home to take a shower.
because i am almost happy,
and i do not want to mess that up by
chugging bleach or fingering knives or thinking too much
about that man who turned my insides cold
from inside of his car.
because this has to be happy.
this has to be what happy feels like.
it feels like god gave me a vodka bottle
filled with nature and people and oceans and deserts and seas,
cause see, it feels like i'm drunk on life.
i have this nervous habit of scratching holes in my skin
and my mother says it's because
i'm trying to find something beautiful inside me.
she said i need a psychiatrist.
my friend asked me if i needed itching crème.
i keep laughing about stuff that's probably not funny.
i don't want it to rain anymore.
used to, i liked the rain,
because if i squinted, all the lines would be blurred.
MAGGOT- A short storyMAGGOT- A short story1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
The boy nestled the hand grenade close to his chest . The deadly explosive felt icy cold even though the afternoon city was feverish with the summer humidity. He feared jostling it, so he walked quickly but with extreme care.
Shesh's bare feet padded as he navigated the rusting tin panels that lined the floor of this particular narrow slum alleyway. He could tell by the denseness of the air -and the smell- that he was very near the bottom levels of the many storied Sun City.
He knew they called it that because you could never see the sun this deep into the lower floors of the slums. It wasn't very clever. He figured that they just didn’t want to call it Slum City.
Cramped old apartment buildings, and scavenged bits of metal and plastic formed a rat warren of tiny overfilled dwellings and markets dozens of floors deep. Every twenty meters or so throughout Sun City, corroded water pipes and hulking bundles of cables crawled through the labyrinth like the roots of banyan tree
I Dream of CeresA sci-fi pulp.I Dream of Ceres2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Cerean Anthem blared out of the speakers of the cell’s viewplate. Trandon was awake beforehand, out of habit. He wore sonic-strength ear plugs just so he wouldn’t have to listen to that fucking song. They were proscribed items for that reason and he had paid out the nose to get them, but they were SO worth it. After the jingle came the news. This was worth watching solely because of the buxom newscaster (he had heard that the reporter in the women’s cells was a hunky dude, but he didn’t know for sure). She covered the usual shit; buy Cerean, work hard, brush your fucking teeth so you don’t cost the government a pair of dentures.
The work listings came on and he stopped looking at the woman’s chest and at the numbers that crawled up the side of the screen.
“Due to mishaps in the Level 23 dry-docks,” -people died- “the completion time for the freighter Chalmar Truntz is behind schedule. Ceres Astrowerks is
WorldWar World, Part IIHUMANSWorldWar World, Part II2 years ago in Settings More Like This
The human race – quarrelsome, divided against itself, and from the viewpoint of the Race mad, mad, mad – continues to strive for superiority over the alien enemy. Although they now have huge, crude versions of Race fusion power plants, and weapons tech as good and in some ways superior to that of the Race, (among other things, having developed chemical weapons warfare to a nightmare peak beyond anything the Race ever attempted) and are carrying out experiments in deep space-based living and resource extraction the Race never saw economic value or point to, humanity still lags in a number of fields. The tools to build the tools to build the tools still need to be built – Race computer hardware is still beyond humanity’s ability to mass manufacture (although human computer hackers have made mincemeat of Race computer defenses often enough to make it necessary to keep computer systems in Race territory entirely separate from human networks) and human gene-sp
Do not be ashamed of who you are.At one point in your life,Do not be ashamed of who you are.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you didn't mind being a girl.
It was only after you met
her that you thought, "Maybe
this isn't the right fit." Because,
if you're being honest, she
deserves a knight in shining armor.
You are not Atlas, my dear.
Your shoulders do not
merit a world of troubles,
but instead love-lined clouds
that whisper, "Do not be
ashamed of who you are."
A woman can be a
champion whose heart burns
with more gold than a king's
castle holds. Perhaps if
you had more faith,
you might find that's just what
GodYou murdered two childrenGod1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
with your bare hands
and thanked God
that He saved you
from getting the death penalty,
bloody hands and all
I saved two children
from a burning fire
and hate the God
I no longer believe in
for burning my skin,
and with it my faith
It seems God
works in mysterious ways,
he doesn't work at all.
you're not prince charming.Do you remember the first time we met?you're not prince charming.6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Sure thing, it was that barbeque a few summers back. I was wearing jeans and you were wearing a stained skirt. Youd tripped over your shoelaces that youd forgotten to tie and knocked over the ketchup. How could I forget that graceful creature?
I remember that you were wearing a cornflower-blue shirt that matched your eyes and I only tripped because youd smiled at me. I still have that skirt somewhere. And I remember that you danced with your five-year-old cousin because shed asked. Ive never seen anything sweeter in my life.
I remember that, my back still hurts from bending down.
It was adorable. And then you came over and asked my name. Why?
You were standing in front of the steak. I came for the meat, you were just a bonus.
Always a romantic.
Im a walking Hallmark card.
But you still asked me to dance.
YellowMy parents bought a little two-bedroom house when they first got married. It was run down, falling apart, but most importantly: cheap.Yellow5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Two years later, my mother fell pregnant with me. She immediately abandoned her job for some plaster and paint and set about decorating the untouched spare room. She splashed pastel yellow across the walls, replaced the dingy carpet and kitted out the room with furniture.
Sixteen years after my birth, and the yellow paint is flaking off the walls revealing the kiwi green beneath. I can peel back the corners of the carpet to reveal the worn underlay and half rotten floorboards. I can examine the fringe of my cream curtains where the bright yellow hasn't been bleached by the sun. The room is, more or less, unchanged. It has merely lost its sheen, much like the inhabitant of it.
I remained an only child; filling my days with quiet solitary games and elaborate stories whispered under my breath. My isolation only increased as I grew too big for the room that
QuotesHave you ever felt that feeling whenever you see someone, you freeze and your heart starts to beat so fast and you have to hold on to something so you wouldnt fall? Sometimes when they talk to you, do you utter stupid words and end up embarrassing yourself? Its not that you want it, but just the presence of that person makes your heart beat faster and slower at the same time. Would you be brave and admit your feelings? What if its simply not meant to be, do you give up? Or keep trying and end up with nothing? Well, thats love. Its irony speaks, but you got to take risks to get answers. When you meet someone and you gradually fall in love with that person, try to express your love to her because every moment you wasted would be equal to tons of regret in the end. Dont wait until its too late to tell someone how much you love, how much you care. Because when they are gone, no matter how loud you shout and cry they wont hear you anymore.Quotes9 years ago in Teen More Like This
Damn it, Loki! (AvengersxReader) One-Shot Loki was walking around the Tower, minding his own business for once. He was rather bored today and not even causing a little mischief could make him less bored. He decided that today would be a "lazy day", as Midgardians had put it. He was heading towards the living room while thinking about what movies he could watch the rest of the day. Since Tony was a billionaire, naturally he had almost every movie ever made. Loki was barely done with the first shelf of movies he had.Damn it, Loki! (AvengersxReader) One-Shot2 years ago in Humor More Like This
He passed by your room and saw you struggling with a scrap book you were making that had pictures of everyone in the Tower. You were cutting away like a maniac and then saw you cut your thumb with the scissors. It wasn't a big cut however it was a cut that made you bleed as well as hiss in pain.
"DAMN IT LOKI!" You hissed from the pain.
"Wait what?" He popped his head into the room and looked at you bewildered. "What did I do?"
"You know what you did!" You growled, throwing a pair of scissor
The Future According to Google Search ResultsA while back someone suggested I make a scenario from this: http://xkcd.com/887/The Future According to Google Search Results1 year ago in Settings More Like This
So, I actually went ahead and did it.
In the Year 2101.
In retrospect, the 2015 declaration of progress on the UN Millenium Goals has to qualify as the most wildly overoptimistic statement of the 21st century.
It’s a hotter world, some 4-7 degrees warmer, depending on where you live, as warm as the Cretaceous. Much of Germany is now tropical, palms grow along the Berlin streets rather than Lindens, and the Arctic sea is ice-free in summer. Sea levels have risen by over a meter, and the levees around New York are too tall to see the Ocean over at street level: less wealthy coastal cities have become either depopulated or have learned to love canals. Lake Mead has evaporated and Mt. Kilimanjaro is ice-free in summers. An era of mass extinctions has only recently passed its peak: sea acidification and warming has largely wiped out the corals in the wild, the emperor penguin is gone outside of gene banks
The Shifter in the ShackDipper and Alex were preparing to leave the Mystery Shack for an overnight hiking/camping trip in the woods. Since Mabel was having a sleepover with Candy and Grenda, Alex had decided to ask Dipper about doing something with her for the night. Once he had agreed, they had settled on camping overnight in the woods, although Dipper was now having second thoughts.The Shifter in the Shack1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Why don't we just have a sleepover here in the shack or something, instead of going out into the woods?" he asked as he and Alex came down from the attic bedroom. "I mean, the forest is full of all kinds of weird stuff, and spending the night out there might not be the best idea."
Alex laughed. "You're not chickening out now, are you Dipper?"
"No! I'm just a little worried, that's all." He replied nervously.
"Well quit worrying. We've had this planned for almost a week, and you are not backing out now."
"But…what if something happens out there? What if we're attacked by a bunch of zombies or something?"
"We'll be fine. Yo
You're Not?You're anorexic if you're thinYou're Not?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You're not? Then you're obese.
If you're different, you're insane
You're not? Then you're a fake.
If you're happy, you're hiding something.
You're not? You must be emo.
If you're dating, you're a slut.
You're not? You must have no friends.
If you're popular, you're a jerk.
You're not? You're a nobody.
If you're quiet, you must be disabled.
You're not? You obnoxious freak.
If you're you, you're wrong.
Then you must be perfect.
I AmI am the shadow, and I am the lightI Am2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am the sunlight, and I am the night
I am the battle, and I am the fighter
I am the water, and I am the fire
I am a raindrop just ready to fall
I am the world, and yet…
No one at all.
Felisian Chronicles Chapter 1Felisian Chronicles, Chapter OneFelisian Chronicles Chapter 18 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Ally sat on top of a grass covered hill, the summer sun warmly caressing her skin as she stared ahead of her at the road below, a forest visible behind it. She sighed sadly, knowing that nobody would hear her echo of sadness in this place of silitude... Although a sudden rustling noise behind her widdened her eyes and stiffened her back. Obviously she was startled, until she realised the sound was more than likely being made by her best friend. She relaxed slightly and glanced back over her shoulder, forcing a smile to her face as she called out,
Her words seemed to vanish as she stared in surprise at absolutly nothing. The gravel driveway behind her was deserted and an eerie chill rose up her spine as she glanced around the neighbourhood. Not a person was in sight.
Just as she started to turn away, another rustling noise came from the hedges lining the other side of the driveway and Ally stared intently and waited to see if it was Lily's cat co
wade liberation warwade liberation war2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Boy was about nineteen. A young man really, but his face made him look younger. Girl was younger, maybe fifteen, sixteen. Peter Bowen thought as he kept his distance considering the situation, studying the several people involved.
City of wade was under Arenian occupation for over three centuries now, and Arenian trackers seeking out mages to be drafted to their military force was hardly an unusual event. Most people who were learned in spellcasting kept their skills hidden, and their weapons were creatively concealed.
Still give it enough time and any trickery will stand revealed. Trackers were by now very skilled in noticing anything with engraved spellcasting spiral. A ring, a stick, the smallest of things. They knew what they were looking for.
This was what baffled peter as he studied the unfolding situation. Boy was blatantly wearing two short swords with the casting spiral boldly and prominently visible on their handles. Either he was a fool, of a foreigner who decide
Why I BelieveYes, I believe in the story of Christ,Why I Believe1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
That He came and was born, then He grew, then He died.
I believe that He offers salvation to me.
I believe that the price of His blood makes me free.
Why, do you ask? Why do I believe,
A learned, intelligent woman like me?
Why set my mind on fantastical tales,
And in favour of hope, all of science derail?
Well if you will sit here and listen awhile,
I will tell you exactly the reason why.
I believe in the Christ, for He offers me hope
When life gets too hard and I know I can't cope,
And the prospect of death seems like welcome relief,
For the living can give me no help for my grief;
When I look in His Word and He says to me
That His strength becomes perfect when I become weak,
And all that He means is when I learn to trust
He will always come through, simply because He must,
For He loves me so much, and He promises to
Never leave me, regardless of what I go through.
I believe in the Christ, for He comforts my heart
When the people I love try to te
simple math.it was the strangest thing to be complaining about, not likingsimple math.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
feeling -this- human. feeling so fucking vulnerable and exposed, and not
understanding anything that is going on but knowing that its actually
just chemicals that we’ve given names too
and far too fucking weak to handle the tidal wave of shitty chemical reactions you
bring with you.
How Did We Get Here?How did we get here?How Did We Get Here?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When I thought I'd knew you so well,
That I could walk into the very pits of hell,
And save you from those demons of charm;
But all I see in your eyes is pure alarm.
How did we get here?
All I knew of love has been taken away,
Corroded down to ridicule of all we could say,
Dismissed by me but cherished by you long before;
Yet not this time when words are sore.
How did we get here?
I cannot decipher the truth from the lies,
Figuring you out while the pain inside cries,
Why do you hate me with a lover's gaze;
Would you plague me forever feigning this craze?
Stranger in a CrosswalkIt was a daily routine, locking the bookstore at three each day to walk across the street to grab a cup of coffee. The wind was blowing hard enough to ruffle the hair on the crown of my head, and I clutched the collar of my jacket tight with both hands, looking both ways before crossing the two lane street.Stranger in a Crosswalk2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A woman stepped into the crosswalk not far ahead, her chin tucked down against a thick grey scarf, the earbuds of her iPod tucked firmly in each ear. She was oblivious to the world around her, not even bothering to check for cars as she stepped from the curb and into the crosswalk, her hands jammed into the pockets of her leather jacket.
As she neared, she glanced up and offered a shy smile before her eyes darted back to the ground at her feet. She was not classically pretty, but there was something cute, endearing even, about the small curve of her lips and the delicate point of her nose. She was a petite thing too, just over five feet tall thanks to the high-heeled boots she wore.