Genie MeanieSusan was walking along the beach when she literally stumbled upon the strange bottle. "What the...?" the young blonde shouted as she tripped over something and banged her head on a rock. She got up and looked at the object she tripped over. It was made of dark glass in a baroque design. It looked like some kind of bottle.Genie Meanie2 years ago in Settings More Like This
Susan felt her forehead. It was slightly nicked, but nothing seemed badly damaged. Susan sighed with relief. Then she turned her attention to the bottle. She reached out and took it, rolling it around in her hands. It felt like it had something inside it. Wine, or perfume maybe? Susan opened the bottle to take a look inside.
Instead, a burst of spicy-smelling smoke greeted her. Susan yelped as she dropped the bottle. The thick smoke continued to gush out of the bottle until it reached the size of a human being, then started to congeal. Before Susan's mystified eyes, a human-like form
for onceColdfor once5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
like the cavern where crimson vellum once resided
Drenched in reticence,
your empty blue eyes do nothing
but freeze the blood in these veins
surrounded by phantoms,
i lie in the dark next to your fading silhouette
between sheets that hold so many memories,
they are empty,
like the chestnut eyes that bore into yours
And as the rain falls harder
as it falls faster
washing down the streets
through deep alleys,
down endless roads,
i pray it takes me with
Yawara and Sayaka Yawara and SayakaYawara and Sayaka4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Sayaka Honami was troubled; two conflicting courses of action fought back and forth in her mind. Given her obsession with the sport in the past few years, Sayaka visualized the conflict as a judo match. On one side stood her desire to win at any cost, to be the top contender in her weight class for Japanese women's judo, the part of her that would do anything to make that desire a reality. On the other was her sense of honor as an athlete, just as driven to win, but with a firm belief in the importance of sportsmanship. The two sides of her conscience grappled viciously on
Knouge: Tickle and WorshipIt was a sunny morning as Knuckles the Echidna emerged from his wooden lodge and climbed up to the stone altar of the master emerald. Glinting in the sunlight, the emerald sparkled in the warm gaze of the sun. However, Knuckles wasn't the only one gazing into the massive gem.Knouge: Tickle and Worship3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
On the other side of forest, Rouge the Bat watched with mischievous eyes as she gazed at the Master Emerald. Rouge giggled as she saw Knuckles patrolling the altar, "Hmhmhmhm my favorite echidna is guarding my emerald". Despite their fierce fights over the emerald, the young bat girl could not suppress the secret love she held for the hot tempered echidna. But now wasn't the time for fangirl crushes.
Flapping her wings in the air, Rouge flew with the bright rising sun behind her to screen her movements. As she glided through the air, being careful not to flap her wings for fear of creating noise, she came within an inch of the massive gem until she was stopped by a thick fist to her stomach.
"Nice try, bat girl",
They Also Serve Who Only Stand and WaitI don't know when we first went underground. I don't even know if it was one mass exodus, a swarm of mankind trickling through the earth's crust so vehement we carved our own caverns by the force of trampling feet, or whether it was a gradual process, perhaps even a repetitive one, a family here, a neighborhood there. For all I know, the echo of the damp subterranean machine has always reverberated off the cave walls, created long past by the Angels, who think of our well-being even while they shake their heads helplessly at our flaws.They Also Serve Who Only Stand and Wait2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
They say that those who remained on the surface were raptured away in a great flash of light, like a million suns converted into raw energy all at once. While it was rumored once that the flash was our doing, our own horrid creation, we all know better now. It was the Maker who brought it forth from the void and cast it onto the earth's crust, as though shot from an immense sling, taking only those who were brave enough to trust in Him. We, who live in t
Vixens CapturedNew York...Vixens Captured10 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was an ordinary day in the city, with no seeming problems to be seen. However despite that the villainess Purple Vixen and her LILAC henchgirls had been plauging the city reguarly despite being captured with ease.
This however escaped the citzens espicaly at a nearby fast food resturant where out story begins.
The door burst open.
"Okay people this is a hold up and a robbery !" Purple Vixen announced as she burst in with her henchgirls Kerry, Ali, Lumina and Clara. In their purple catsuit outfits they soon walked in with money bags.
"Give us the money then !" Kerry stated as she took the money out of counter and put in the bag as Clara did the same and both henchgirls smiled at each other as they did so. Lumina and Ali were also busy.
"Thank you." Lumina naughtily said as she took people's valubales who were in the resturant and put in her bag, with Ali doing the same thing aswell. Ali smiled naughtily aswell and blushed at the pleasure she was feeling due to her catsuit
tree, fiddler crabIt took days to hollow out the soft partstree, fiddler crab2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of the trunk, dig out the tree-flesh and sap,
polish the raw wood so that when he sat,
there would be no splinters. He carved his name
into the side, like a blessing, a declaration
of good fortune, and stowed his forest inside.
relearning i. stardust scatters with therelearning2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
direction of my pupils –
maybe secretly i am an
astrology teacher, waiting
for a sign to wink
happily at me.
ii. excuse the rambling
nature of forgotten question
marks, but tell me:
would you like to be the
object of handwritten clichés
would you like to whisper
secrets in my palm
and would you
like to be the possibility
iii. air brushes against my
skin like the torn petals
of a flower still standing.
[ hold your head up high, honey,
and tell tomorrow to wait just
iv. so you can figure out
the difference between
patience and having all the
time in the world. ]
v. stardust glitters from the
creases of my hands.
perhaps i am not the teacher
but the pupil,
relearning how brilliant
stars can shine.
The code of master and slaveThe Code of Master and SlaveThe code of master and slave5 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
The bond between master and slave revised version 2.1.36
now for all of those who need boundaries to save an abusive relationship with your master
This is the code that bonds master and pet. This is my version of the code of life. Anyone who has any suggestions may give them to me no matter how small they are all appreciated. This code is a system of honor that the pet and the master are bound to breaking this code is considered a deed of great dishonor. There are many things that will be discussed in this code and I will try and cover all the bases starting with the every day life part. This document is now a collaboration of the works of many artists and if your piece may fit into this please tell me and I will include it if it relates to the topic at hand. This document is my life's work and it will always be important to me. If you so choose to make it part of your life please take great care
Winter 2012 Haiku Set12-6Winter 2012 Haiku Set2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
cats in the hall
shifting to find
the last afternoon light
all day the old cat
follows a spot of sun
down the hall
all my raked leaves
now a pile
at the back door
a faceless penny
a cat's balance-
if you stop petting me,
seventy miles per hour
towards the coming dawn
SouvenirsWhen her mom went to check the mail at breakfast, she returned with a thin box in her arms.Souvenirs3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It was a package from her father.
Her dad was sort of like a traveler... at least, that was what she assumed he was. His job always had him jumping from city to city, country to country. He'd been to almost everywhere around the world, and every few weeks, he would send her a letter with a little souvenir from his stay. This time, it was a miniature Eiffel Tower.
So he's in France again, she mused, studying the two-foot tall replica. A small chuckle escaped her lips. It was about time he remembered to get it for her! He really should've thought of buying it six visits ago. She opened the small envelope attached to package and read the letter inside with a fond smile. When she finished reading, she stood up and excused herself from the table. Her mom answered with a sad smile as she nodded.
She raced up the stairs and headed for the Gift Room. It was a special place in the house just for h
Field Combat training part 1Field Combat trainingField Combat training part 11 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
"How long do we have to do this commander, can take no more ..." said a slightly stocky soldier, carrying a pole arm over his shoulder, to a woman a little further ahead who seemed to led the small group and was not willing to slow her pace.
She turned to the man, her floor length silver braid hanging over her shoulder as allways, and stared at him with her purple eyes and paused for a Moment.
" So long until you stop whining ..."
Her voice thundered across the street of this secluded and barren part of the country.
It was a thin populated region where only a few people where actually living, because the conditions were tough and the winter, start soon after the last leaf falling form the trees.
The woman who apparently was the commander, stroked a silver lock of her hair out of her face and ran her hand along her braid, like she often did, she then threw it back over her shoulder, at least that is what he imagined her to do.
Her attitude portrayed that she would
plumbumshe has a heart of goldplumbum3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and she, a heart of lead
and she, a heart of uranium.
and they go walking sometimes, the three of them.
gold is confident in her worth,
bought and sold and bought and sold
the virgin whore
and lead behind,
heart heavy in her chest
guilt from bullets
and pride from pipes
and anxiety from irreparable brain damage
and somewhere off to the side treads uranium,
white skin glowing,
thin frame for a dense core.
EPIC! RAP! BATTLES ! OF HISTOORY!EPIC RAP BATTLES OF HISTORYEPIC! RAP! BATTLES ! OF HISTOORY!2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
THE MEN IN BLACK
Ooooooooh Kay and Jay are about to be slayed
All day and the Worms are too short to play
On this ride at any given time
So try to take us on and you're bound to get slimed
Yeah, we're a small business, not government endorsed
And we still do a better job, didn't see stop a Xenomorph
We'll solve all your problems, no matter how odd
Even though you'll find I am not a god.
If you want to overthrow us.
You should at least learn how to rhyme.
We've saved the planet at least twice.
AND we traveled back in time.
We are galaxy defenders.
I admit your song's a hoot.
But you're all so underpaid.
You can't even afford a suit.
We blew up a cockroach.
You destroyed Mr. Stay Puft.
You didn't need a sequel.
Face it. Just one was enough.
Sorry, guys. You've reached your stop.
And we're here to punch your ticket.
Just face it, you're all old news.
Candy at a FuneralIn the face of bitternessCandy at a Funeral2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I have mastered sweetness.
By the end of this day I will have calculated
exact measurements of cream
to wipe clean the face of gravestones.
I will have learned to soothe the aching
of windswept hearts,
to break open on my part
like a shell of chocolate
quivering open, full of cream.
I will have learned to love grief
as dearly as my own dream.
At the end of my childhood -my dream-
of owning a candy store:
a sweet shop, a bakery….
specializing in the art of the glazed.
The wedding cakes, the brick tarts,
memory of a birthday, of candles, happy catering
for happy occasions of all kinds…
will grow up with time,
and like the end of the day, seeing the look o
Maid Wars Notes 36: Doctor PolecatMaid Wars Notes 36: Doctor Polecat1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Renowned cyberneticist, Dr. Tasha Polecat, started out her time on FMP as a very enthusiastic Volitional Maid. Motivated by reasons more mecha-phile, than Mechalyte, Tasha actually sought out "employment" with the organization, possessing full knowledge of all the strings1 attached.
At first, Tasha's relationship with FMP was more than amicable. She was well regarded by the machines she served, and was even assigned, AREX 59, a venerated prototype Benefactor, as her primary custodian.
As with the case of Mechalye Nun, Sister Rebecca, Tasha took to modifying her custodian. Unfortunately, unlike Ms. Dean, Tasha did not restrict her tinkering to the robot's anti
The Last SongDo you think we'll get a last song?The Last Song2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I'm not sure. This diary I'm writing in is full of holes. It's sopping like a wet sponge. It reeks, but what doesn't in the filth and the mess?
Storm's passing. Not like I've ever seen here. Even the explosive storms of my youth; running in the fields, the junkyards, the rust-ravaged train tracks of old wasn't quite like this.
Something's exploded against the skyline. Orange is reflecting off the glass; the spider-striped, near shattered glass I kicked two weeks ago while mowing the grass.
It might be the gas works. Or the chemical sheds. Weyrdstorms do this, you know. That's what the warnings said. Electricity and chaos and hellish atomic confusion mixed into an atmospheric slurry and let to rage. I ask the question because music's the one thing I'm yearning for right now. It settles me, helps me think. Always has, though keeping my sister's sniveling furthest from my head might be an ulterior motive.
Do I think I'm escaping this plac
Unlikely Encounter 1Author's note: This is another story inspired by an awesome artwork from Shouhda of deviantart.Unlikely Encounter 13 years ago in Romance More Like This
That night Juri stood by herself in a rundown Asian ally way in dead silence, when all of a sudden a hand reached out for her as she immediately dodged the attack. There revealed a dark portal with M. Bison was right in front of her.
"Hum, you've grown quite strong." He complimented.
"Well, well, well, what do we have here, I never thought you'd come after me yourself. It's usually the super villain who sends his henchmen instead." Juri replied.
"Fool, words have serious consequences, serious consequences, but I may be willing to let you live if you swear your allegiance to Shadaloo." Bison offered.
"I don't work for anyone, and not even you, so no." Juri answered.
"What a shame you could have been a valuable henchmen for my arsenal." Bison said.
"Well now, with that being said I'll just eat you up, BONES AND ALL." Juri threatened as she got into her fighting stance.
"You will regret the day