Attack on Hephaestus - Short Story - Part 1Attack on Hephaestus - Short Story - Part 13 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Attack on Hephaestus
by Tim Barton
“The spread of civilization may be likened to a fire; first, a feeble spark,
next a flickering flame, then a mighty blaze, ever increasing in speed and power.”
In a remote corner of the universe, a swirl of freshly baked minerals condensed over the eons into rocky bodies of varying sizes. One of these bodies, though outwardly insignificant, carried a bio-chemical treasure of profound interest. The 40 km wide rock competed with other larger bodies for mass, using its gravitational power to seduce mineral rich dust to converge. The rocky world yearned to grow in size, but it had unwittingly attracted a different type of matter--the kind of matter that arranges itself in bags of mostly water and highly peculiar symmetrical shapes. These sapiens began transferring precious minerals from the subsurface into a new flower shaped orbiting body of rivaling size.
Warhammer 40k PrimerThe Warhammer 40k Primer: describing the numerous factions and races in the Warhammer 40k universeWarhammer 40k Primer8 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
By- Kingdoms Shield
It is The 41 millennium. For more than a hundred centuries the Emperor has sat immobile on the Golden Throne of Earth. He is the master of mankind by the will of the gods, and master of a million worlds by the might of his inexhaustible armies. He is a rotting carcass writhing invisibly with power from the Dark Age of Technology. He is the Carrion Lord of the Imperium for whom a thousand souls are sacrificed every day, so that he may never truly die.
Yet even in his deathless state, the Emperor continues his eternal vigilance. Mighty battle fleets cross the daemon-infested miasma of the warp, the only route between distant stars, their way lit by the Astronomican, the manifestation of the Emperors will. Vast armies give battle in his name on uncounted worlds. Greatest among them are the Adeptus Astartes, the Space Marines, bio-engineere
RazgrizRazgriz8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When history witnesses a great change, Razgriz reveals itself, first as a dark demon
Amidst the eternal waves of time from a ripple of change shall the storm rise Out of the Abyss peer the eyes of a demon Behold the Razgriz, its wings of black sheath
The demon soars through dark skies Fear and death trail its shadow
As a demon, it uses its power to rain death upon the land
Until men united wield a hallowed saber in the final reckoning the beast is slain
But after a period of slumber, Razgriz returns, this time as a great hero
As the Demon sleeps man turns on man His own blood and madness spread throughout the earth from the depths of despair awaken the Razgriz its raven wings ablaze with majestic might
SWtCW: Grievous Wounds pt. 7SWtCW: Grievous Wounds pt. 72 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Orbit of Lakton IV, aboard the Republic star destroyer Resolute
“Admiral, they've rammed the enemy ship.”
“I can see that.” Admiral Yularen said tersely.
He still couldn't believe that the harebrained attack had actually worked, but just as General Guo-Jia had said, the enemy didn't have time to orient their defenses to deal with the rapidly accelerating assault ship closing in on their flank from the shadow of the planet. Now it was just a matter of waiting to see what the rest of the fleet did while their command ship was under attack.
“Are all ground forces aboard?”
“Yes sir, they're aboard. All ships are in position to withdraw should such be required.”
Yularen shook his head. “No, there will be no withdrawal.”
“If we had the Generals aboard or they were safely on the planet we might withdraw and come back with reinforcements, with them aboard the enemy ship however...we can't very well leave t
GelidaShh.Gelida1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Déjame pensar en ti
Déjame estar contigo
de aguas tibias,
salpicando de color
Un sinsentido para mí.
¿Qué más daba si era La o Do,
Fa o Re?
¿Qué más daba,
si para mí todas tus notas
¿Qué más daba la duración
de tus silencios,
si para mí todos eran una laguna
de una paz inmensa, inmensa,
como ninguna sobre la faz de la Tierra?
Entonces yo no sabía,
(pero tú siempre supiste),
que la calma precede
a la tormenta arrasadora.
Yo no lo sabía,
pero lo aprendí a fuerza
de miradas escurridizas
y cortantes labios de piedra.
Lo único de lo que nunca,
(ni aun hoy),
te diste cuenta
es de que
incluso un corazón inerte,
pútrido y extinto
como el mío
es tan capaz de identificar
un contacto hueco,
un abrazo hipócrita,
Gryphon's Blood: Part 5Chapter 5: FireclawGryphon's Blood: Part 54 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Hours had passed and by now the tranquilizer that Agatha's men had injected Fletcher with had worn off. His ears pricked up as he heard the sound of a door opening and the sound of footsteps approaching. He turned his head toward the barred door of the cell he was in as Agatha and three guards stood in front of it. The gryphon felt a great anger rising inside of him as he glared at the person responsible for the murder of his loved ones. Fletcher got to his feet, flattening his ears against his skull threateningly, not that it would do any good.
"Hello, gryphon." Agatha said in an obnoxiously smooth tone.
"I have nothing to say to you!" Fletcher hissed, turning around so that his back end was facing her.
"Well I am afraid you don't have much of a choice. Come with me."
One of the guards unlocked the door to the dungeon and opened it. In an instant Fletcher would have pounced on Agatha and proceeded to rip her limb from limb but before he had the chance, one of the
Closed mouthed,I tried to devour myself in my sleep,Closed mouthed,3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
all tight lipped and tongueless
hours after you left me
with only an unbeating heart
keeping me company.
Callused fingers made me shiver,
but never managed to make me burn.
Instead, they left me feeling cold
a frostbitten liar with a snake for a tongue.
An unnamed poetic.
I'm dreaming of red skies
and dragons of old
I'm begging, and I'm begging,
and I'm beggingPleasewarm me up.
Set fire to these bones
Give me a real reason to scream.
Because, there rests an old poet
in the farthest reaches of my soul
and she longs to fight this fire with flames.
[ As she's learned the tricks of her trade
only conversing with Monsters. ]
The KeyAudio version: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=isyXsXBCt3UThe Key4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Stolen by a murdered thief
Lost in centuries of grief
Deep within a burning tree
Lies the sacred, secret key
Taken by a crippled hand
To a barren, broken land
Here, in cities paved with pain
Live the shadows of the slain
Locked behind the darkest door
Memories of plague and war
From these torments none are free
Death alone can turn the key
Everlasting Snow: Chapter 1Everlasting Snow: Chapter 13 years ago in Romance More Like This
The fire crackles before you, telling you its history in a long-forgotten language. You sit on the floor in front of it, staring attentively back into its dancing flames, hypnotized by its tale that you can’t understand. It pops and bursts at moments of excitement, making your heart skip a beat even though you can’t quite figure out why.
Your fantasy book lays forgotten beside you as you listen, clutching to your hot chocolate and drawing your blanketed knees up as a makeshift table.
It’s quite talkative, really. But that tends to happen when you’ve been around for a very long time and someone finally sits down to listen to your story, even if they can’t understand you. You see, that’s the thing with fire. It can never quite get through its tale, whether it’s because it gets put out by the impatient or goes out because someone gets bored and neglects to fuel it.
All in all, it’s very excited that it has an audience today.
As the fire paus
This is for the Average ArtistIt is painful at times,This is for the Average Artist2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Seeing those born with skill and talent.
They paint such beautiful things, using the barest of material.
Entire worlds are spun at their fingertips, all from a dot of paint.
I think sometimes, of how nice it must be,
To be able to capture such beauty, within the borders of a page.
To spin a tale from but the smallest of phrases,
To create a fantastic adventure from a mundane experience.
It is painful indeed at times. When I am seated in this room,
Surrounded by the dull hum of failure and regret,
I ask myself, with eyes burning in the mirror,
Am I finally ready to give it all up?
'No!' I say
I will not let it end this way!
Not without a fight, not until I know that I am utterly broken.
The good lord may have blessed you with talent my friend,
He has given you everything that I could have ever desired...
But there is one thing that I have earned;
One little gift that remains my own.
You would not know of it,
Since you have never felt it,