Give Me a ReasonWith a loud groan, Superboy pulled himself up and over the high ridge. Happy Harbor was spread out below him, while far above he could see several dark clouds massing. A storm was approaching.Give Me a Reason4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Superboy decided that he didn't care. He was just happy to have climbed all the way up here on his own without using any superpowers. Sure, he could have easily leapt the height of Mount Justice in two or three bounds, but he had wanted to do it this way.
The experience had been just as accelerating as Robin said it would be. He would have to thank the kid later, maybe finally agree to play one of those TV games with him. Sitting with his legs dangling over the edge, he drew in a few deep breaths. He could feel the muscles in his arms vibrating from the exertion and sweat running down his face and back. It felt so good! A small pleasured smile flittered across his face.
"I bet not even Superman's done this without flying or his super strength," Superboy said with a chuckle. Wiping the sweat from
The Real MultiverseIf you watch Fringe, then you've heard about parallel universes, and the structure they create: the multiverse. However, does such a thing really exist? Well, if you ask a physicist, half will probably say yes!The Real Multiverse5 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
First, let's start from this theory's origin. The theory, by the way, is called the "Many-worlds Interpretation of Quantum Mechanics". It's a mouthful, but it is one of the simpler methods to solving what is called the "measurement problem". The measurement problem is a problem that arises when discussing wave particle duality, and superposition.
To explain, let's do the famous Schrodinger's Cat experiment. We have a cat in a magical box that does not allow you to make any measurements of the cat whatsoever (this won't work if you try it at home, and I'll explain why later). The cat is not alone in this box however, and is accompanied by a bottle of poison, sitting under a hammer, which is co
A Given Gift Peter looked out the window of the Milano, relieved that he finally had a moment to relax. It had been tough, but the universe was finally safe from Ronan the Accuser and it was all thanks to them. Not bad for a group that seemed to hate each other from time to time.A Given Gift11 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Peter set the controls on cruise and stood up from his seat, stretching. His stomach grumbled and he began to make his way to kitchen area of the ship, knowing that it should at least should he something eatable somewhere.
As he reached the kitchen he noticed that he wasn’t alone, something that surprised him seeing that it was the middle of the night. Rocket was standing by the sink, located on top of a chair to be able to reach the tap. He was currently filling pot with water.
It was then Peter noticed Groot. The pot was sitting on top of the table, the living tree seeming to be waiting patiently on his friend to fill up the water. The still healing humanoid plant noticed the man in the doo
South Park Fanfic chp1"Alright class, we have a new student joining us today. Her name is Elizabeth." Mr. Garrison said from the front of the room. In came a girl with a ranbow hat, a pink shirt with rainbow sleeves, a blue skirt and pink converse boots, and blonde hair tied up on pigtails. "Call me Cookie," Elizabeth said as she shyly twirled a lock of hair in her face with her finger. "Hi, Cookie." All of the class said in their normal, do-I-look-like-I-care tone. "I bet Cookie could attract a leprechaun," Cartman said, leaning over to say it to Stan, Kyle, and Kenny. "Shut up, fat boy," said Kyle as he stared at Cookie. "Why should I?" Cartman growled. "Because you're stupid!" Said a girl with a blue jacket and pants, and a black hat with the word "S.K.A.T.E" on it and the puff ball looks like a skull. "Please, Kara, it is you who is the one being stupid." Cartman said, poking the girl with the skull hat's shoulder. "Whatever," Kara growled as she pulled out a piece of line paper to doodle. Cartman rolleSouth Park Fanfic chp16 years ago in General More Like This
Gender asideI want to find the girl that will be by my side through it all.Gender aside3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I want a boy who will stick it out with me in the hardest times.
I want a girl who will hold me close.
I want a boy who will hug me tightly.
I want a girl that I can call "beautiful" because to me she's just that.
I want a boy that I can call "handsome" because he is to me.
I want a girl who is unique and sticks by me.
I want a boy who's different and dedicated.
But all I really want is someone to love me.
WeirdIt was a humid Friday afternoon. Halie Lichen was walking home from school with a couple of her friends. They were giggling and gossiping as they always did, spreading little rumors amongst themselves.Weird7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Did you see Jannas boots? Halie asked with a big grin. They looked like the pair I donated to Good Will!
Her blonde friend laughed. Probably cuz they were. Its all bargains, no style for that girl, I swear. Halie smirked in agreement, before waving her friend good-bye as they each went to their separate houses.
She continued the rest of her walk with a smile, hugging her school-books into her chest. Halie had an excellent life; friends, love and a very a good popularity-status. She didnt think it could get any better!
As she was nearing home, Halie accidentally let a math paper slip from her hold. She sighed in frustration and went to pick it up, but the light breeze carried to the grassy area near a couple of bushes. Halie leaned dow
Untitled Tiger Project Part 2Untitled Tiger Project Part 23 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Silence had not found life easy as a young tiger. In fact, his name had originally been a pejorative moniker used by his snickering siblings to mock his constant, noisy stumbling over his own giant paws. His large size and clumsiness had been a terrible hindrance while hunting, his prey escaping with ease by ducking in or under any piece of machinery or tank or container that was too small for Silence's head and shoulders. And there seemed to be an uncountable many places too small for Silence. His only weapon had been to cultivate the art of becoming a shadow, invisible, until the moment to strike was so close and fast that his prey did not have time to escape. But until he had honed that skill, he often went to sleep hungry.
Silence often reflected with a degree of bitter satisfaction that neither his brother nor his sister was still alive. Through suffering and defiance, Silence had grown strong. But his siblings had not weathered through the same selec
Abused High School part 2I stormed right out of that bathroomAbused High School part 27 years ago in Teen More Like This
once Kyle asked me that.
I could tell he was following me, how
did her know i was lying about my arm?
Is he a physic?
Maybe he's just smart.
"Stan, wait!" he called.
And I stopped.
How the hell did he do that?
he said stop and I obeyed like a
freaking puppet! I was planning on
running back to my class.
"Look it's your buisness, and-"
"n-o, that's not..."
i bit my lip, and stared at his,
shinning green eyes.
"Do you want..." I paused.
I was nervous. I slowly put my hands in my
pocket when i noticed they were shaking.
"Do you want to hang out after school?"
i asked looking down at my shoes.
Kyle smiled and I could tell he was looking
at me. "Sure dude." he said, putting his own hands
in his pocket as I was doing. I looked up
to meet his gaze.
"okay cool." I smirked.
Then the bell rang and we off in different directions.
It didn't take long fo school to end, and Kyle and
I met up again.
"So, just moved here didja?"
Kyle asked rather cutl
BastxThoth - The LuxorWhere a moment before there was nothing in a particularly uninteresting spot, two slightly more interesting figures now stood. Distracted passers-by, and even the few who had been looking in the general direction of the now-occupied patch of sidewalk, did not even notice that a man and a woman had materialized out of thin air.BastxThoth - The Luxor4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Phew." The man, who was the very definition of lanky, removed his embroidered tourist hat and used it to mop his brow. "Don't believe I'll be doing that again anytime soon. From this moment on, we use mortal transportation."
"Mortal everything," the woman purred back. "Those are the rules. Although we'll have to make an exception during regis tration " She planted her hands on shapely hips and surveyed the bustling street before her; beneath candy-bright sunglasses, she narrowed her eyes. "Wait. Is this where we wanted to be? I don't see the hotel I picked out."
"Bast," the man sighed as he traded his hat for his glasses and began painsta
APH royal weddingAPH royal wedding4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Disclaimer : Don't own Hetalia, alas.
Genre: Family, Friendship.
Characters: England/Arthur, France/Francis, some people you'll recognize
Rating: How could it be more than K+ (because of England's mouth) in that cute little OS?
Author Notes: What Hetalia fan could watch the royal British Wedding without think to our favorite characters somewhere in the crow? Especially the British Brothers
On this morning of 29 April 2011, in a chamber of Buckingham Palace, Arthur Kirkland, also known as United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland, was all but calm.
The room was in a mess which would have made faint the maids of the palace (if Arthur would have let them enter in his room) and despite of the preparation of the event of the year he had prepared since many weeks, England was taken short. Looking at his reflect in the mirror, he didn't seem to be uncomfortable in his black ro
Simulated Changes (Rabbit TF Story)Allen stumbled through the hallway of his dingy, run down apartment building, a cigarette dangling out of his mouth. He felt nearly as worn out as this shitty place was, bags under his eyes, head hanging down. The long hours at the diner had taken their toll. Even in the 2060's, when automatic kitchens were commonplace, there was still a spot for human dishwashers, since they could be slightly cheaper and could be convinced to ignore certain health violations. It was dirty, degrading work, but it meant he could keep living in his tiny apartment, and that had to count for something.Simulated Changes (Rabbit TF Story)2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
His steps quickened as he neared his door, knowing the moment he waited for was near. Every day was simply a waiting game to the evening, when he could finally enjoy himself. Placing his thumb onto the barely working scanner, it recognized him and slid the hatch open. As Allen walked in, his lights dimmed on, the few appliances he owned humming to life as the subroutines ran. The apartment's A.I., Sarah, bec
Bunny Bound (Anthro Bunny TF with magic)It had been just a few days after I got here, it was a nice school and everything. All the buildings seemed pretty new, but that wasn’t too hard for this school to accomplish. This University was a university of magic! I was studying to become I magician in my four years here. Why a magician? Because I want to use magic to bring entertainment and smiles to people of course! Sure you can do it the old fashioned way with sleight of hand and misdirection, but this way I can do more for the people. Spellbound University of Magic and Arts is a very prestigious college to get into and is mostly hidden away from most college fairs because of their strict guidelines of finding students, and the only thing more strict than most of the teachers is the rules that we must follow. Well, my names Steve and It’s already been two weeks since school has started, and right now my potions 100 is not going too well…Bunny Bound (Anthro Bunny TF with magic)2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Steve!” my heavi
The Order of Sublime SimulacraKamon woke to the sound of bells and saws. The ceremony must have started hours ago; there was invigorating yellow sunlight outside the gauzy curtains. Kamon's Self was intoning eight o'clock, eight o'clock with all the insistence of a song looping in his head.The Order of Sublime Simulacra4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Flesh brain, he thought, you should have caught that alarm. Sometimes the flesh was louder than the devices supposed to make it properly quiet. The flesh insisted on the persistence of the Real. This was exactly the type of lesson that the brothers were supposed to learn, and Kamon hoped that relaying to the abbot how thoroughly he had learned it might lighten the inevitable punishment that came from reminding himself of himself. (Of course, that punishment would still be severe. He was going to arrive at the ceremony so late--)
On the orders of his Self, Kamon moved blearily out of bed and into the shower. (Rules For The Sanctum Three and Four, said his Self. Wear a clean robe. Wear a clean body.) Li
GreedTreasure. It has been lusted after for centuries and I one of the most desirable collections in the world. This is mostly because treasure (gold, silver, ect.) means wealth and such a thing immediately promotes you in social-class. Humans have a need for money; it makes them feel powerful and in-control. This, in some cases, is true. Some people will do anything for money, which automatically makes wealthy humans powerful.Greed7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Men have spent years searching for treasure. They are determined to find unbelievable riches that possibly dont exist. But does that stop them? Of course not. James Spinner was one of these stubborn explorers. He had searched every continent for its treasure, and had gotten quite rich, but this was not enough for him. James wanted to claim all the riches for himself so no man could be wealthier than him.
His search had led him to the high cliffs of Asia. James was an adventurer, so naturally he was able to navigate through the rocky terrain alone. Gripping the
Dawn: A Generator Rex FanficA little boy squirmed in his bed, further messing up the covers. The boy, around the age of ten, couldn't sleep. He opened his eyes and yawned, getting up and out of his bed. His black hair was ruffled and messy.Dawn: A Generator Rex Fanfic5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He glanced at his alarm clock, which stated that the boy had gotten up at fifteen minutes after the fourth hour. Smiling, he opened his door and trotted out into the hallways outside. He wasn't going to be late! Today was the big day!
The boy ran past several lab assistants in the hallway, each of them telling him to slow down, that he was going to injure himself one of these days. Sure enough, one foot caught on the other, and the boy was sent sprawling onto the floor.
There was the sound of someone lightly chuckling from behind him. He turned around as hands kindly picked him up off of the ground.
"Hey, Ivan." The boy laughed, smiling at the man who'd picked him up.
The man, about forty years of age, black hair and brown eyes nearly the same shade as the boy's, smiled as wel
Memoirs of a Rain KnightI saw my first vampire when I was thirteen.Memoirs of a Rain Knight6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
I dont remember why I was in that alley. Maybe I was taking a shortcut home. Maybe I had heard a noise and was curious. Why I was there wasnt important.
I remember it was very dark. The sun had sunk below the horizon a few minutes earlier, leaving only the orange half-light of sunset. The tall wood and stone buildings on either side of the alley cast heavy shadows, pitching everything into near blackness. But my eyes were keen enough to see.
The victim was a woman. She wasnt very pretty, dressed in a plain grey skirt. I didnt recognize her. I guessed that she was old enough to be someones mother. Maybe grandmother, although I didnt see any wrinkles on her face.
Her face was the worst part. It was pale. Pale enough to stand out like a beacon in the darkness. Her expre
When we were young ch.7.:When he took it to far, the confessions started:.When we were young ch.73 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I was 15, you were 17.
When I was 14, to make my father happy, and to make him stop with all his nagging I finally got a boyfriend.
His name was Jake. Jake Smith. Captain of the football team, a junior just like you, tall, handsome, he was the guy that every girl wanted.
Every girl except me.
We had finally repaired our friendship, and gone back to the way things used to be between us, but I still had feelings for you.
I still wanted you more than anything.
But in order to keep my father happy, I had to pretend to be straight, so when Jake asked me out, I said yes.
He was actually a good boyfriend. He always put me first, always made sure I was happy, when there was thunder, or lighting outside, he would stay on the phone with me all night talking, to keep my mind off of the monster outside my window, until it would die down, and he would kiss my cheek every morning before school started.
But he wasn't you.
Christianity and HomosexualitySo a lot of times, the reason people are against homosexuality (or bisexuality, etc), it has to do with religious beliefs, namely the Abrahamic trio (Judaism, Christianity, and Islam), and, most vocally in the West, Christianity.Christianity and Homosexuality3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
I would like to do some exploration of that.
First, let’s talk about what is said in the Old Testament.
A student essay I’ve read revealed that a verse in Levitcus, one most often cited, was mistransliterated to mean to be against homosexuality, when it was originally against sleeping with your partner for reasons other than sex;
The National Gay Pentecostal Alliance (NGPA) has analyzed the Leviticus verse in great detail to produce a word-for-word translation of the original Hebrew. In English, with minimal punctuation added, they rendered it as: “And with a male thou shalt not lie down in beds of a woman; it is an abomi
L4D Hunter's Way of Life"Look out! Monster! Run! Kill it!" These are the things people usually scream when they see me. And also, their last.L4D Hunter's Way of Life6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
6 weeks ago, a strange disease plagued the state of Pennsylvania. How and why it happened, I don't know. All I know is that I wasn't immune. I lived in Pittsburgh, which was, until recently, the last settlement in all of Pennsylvania to not be hit by the infection.
I heard a story, before I was infected, about a group of survivors, who journeyed through Fairfield to reach its hospital, traveled to Riverside, through the infested airport in Newburg, and past a forest and train yard full of infected people to reach safety. They used to be my idols. My friends and I said we would be as strong as them, and make it out alive. We failed. Now my idols, became my enemies.
The people in Pittsburgh think this infection is a curse. It is not, at all. It is a blessing. I finally understand what God wants, for me, and everyone else infected. To rid the planet of the true infected, t
Russia -Ivan- FactsTen Russia[Ivan] FactsRussia -Ivan- Facts6 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
1. "The Russian flag used to be white with a single blue stripe until Ivan discovered the lead pipe and decided to pay Latvia a visit."
2. "Regan didn't tear down the Berlin wall. Russia just uses that as a metaphor for taking Germany's virginity"
3. "Russia decides when it's time to D-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-duel, not Yugi"
4. "It's cold in Russia not because of it's geographical location but because Vanya's smile scared all the happy thoughts away"
5. "Russia's scarf is pink not because he likes the color, but because he stole it from a baby Lithuania"
6. "Russia can't have a heart attack, he attacks the hearts"
7. "America didn't buy Alaska from Russia, he just took one step closer to becoming one with him"
8. "When you pwn newbs with the Hammer in SuperSmash Bros. you're actually unleashing the wrath of Ivan's proletariat"
9. "Russia carries a sunflower because the Russian word for 'flower', muka, sounds like mooka, the Russian word for torture"
10. "That tingling from
Unfinished DocumentsType. Punctuation. Backspace, backspace, backspace. Type. Frustrated groan. Undo, retype original sentence. Sigh. Save document. Exit. Repeat after a few... days? Weeks? Months?Unfinished Documents2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
It’s always the same, annoying process. You get the most brilliant ideas ever and decide to make a story. You pour out bits and pieces of your plot anywhere you can. Your phone, various notebooks, paper scraps... and a tissue roll that one time. You know it’s going to be your greatest work yet and get so worked up and that you start acting out the scenes and obsessing over tenses, speech and the like. If the high lasts long enough, you even pick out what music would suit every scene. (Of course, you’d never actually use music because, hello, copyright? And the fact it’s not a movie or TV show?)
Then finally, you decide to pull everything together into one document. You have the time and motivation to get the story started. You have a beginning, middle, and end; you’re set.
Journeyed Too Far WestJanuary 24th, 1872Journeyed Too Far West2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Arrived in Rose Dust today. Got a good overlook from the stagecoach as it crested a hill. Little more than a collection of shabby buildings all jumbled together in the bottom of horseshoe-shaped gulley. Timber frames of future dwellings out on the fringes, plenty of carpenters at work. Only places of merit seem to be the assay office and the town hall, maybe the local saloon. Not sure why Rose Dust has the name it does, but clearly a fresh boomtown; even the railroad hasn’t come out this far.
Met with Mayor Chandler, took me to Hoc’s saloon for drinks and to discuss my settling into town. Said his wife didn’t tolerate the thought of him drinking in his office. Friendly, just like in the letters. Offered to put me up in the hotel for the night while he finishes getting my place secured. Never met a man so outright welcoming in my life. Odd that he greets me so warmly; they must really need an undertaker.
January 27th, 1872
Been a few days now, and am
HelplessIt was just another day in New York City. People were swearing at each other randomly and the ever-present sound of police sirens droned in the background. And there, in the midst of the commotion, sat a cardboard box. On the outside it read in scribbled black letters: Very special kitten! Free to good home!Helpless7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
If someone were to peer into inside, they would indeed spot a kitten. It was completely black with amber eyes, and such intelligence burned in those cat-eyes that it was almost eerie. This was indeed a very special kitten. But of course, not everyone saw it this way. An older man, appearing to be in his late forties, was staring down upon the little feline with skeptical eyes. His name was Thomas Ring and he wasnt exactly the nicest person you could meet.
He scoffed. Very special kitten? Pft, you look more like a common stray. He reached inside, plucking the kitten from within and dangling it by its scruff. The kitten mewled but did not struggle