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
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
Godly Relationships 24: Building RelationshipsDo you want to build a relationship that lasts? Then you must start by making God the cornerstone of your relationship.Godly Relationships 24: Building Relationships2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
God does not intend for you to experience mediocre relationships; He created you for greater things. Building lasting relationships requires compassion, wisdom, empathy, kindness, courtesy, and forgiveness.
If that sounds like a lot of work, it is-which is perfectly fine with God. Why? Because He knows that you are cable of that work, and because He knows that the fruits of your labor will enrich the lives of your loved ones and the lives of generations yet unborn.
Angry Birds"JASON!"Angry Birds4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Jason recognized that his name was called but blatantly ignored it, involved in repairing his motorcycle.
He gripped the wrench in his hand stronger and jerked a bolt extra tight to let out his annoyance, mumbling, "Tim..."
"JAYJAY?! YOUR ASSISTANCE IS BEING REQUESTED!"
He looked up from his spot kneeling in front of one of the tires. He huffed as he threw his wrench aside into a toolbox and wiped the grease off with a handkerchief, "What do you want, baby bird?"
"DAMIAN'S SMOTHERING COLIN WITH HIS PELICAN!"
He wiped the back of his still oily hand on his forehead, "Again?"
"HURRY PLEA--- AAAGH DAMIAN, MY LEG IS NOT FOR TEETHING!"
Rubbing his temple with his fingers, he walked at his leisurely own pace down the hall, despite Tim's desperate cries echoing down the halls. He finally located where the shouting was coming from and creaked the door open with one hand to peek in.
All three of the young boys were engaged in a frenzied dog pile. Tim was on the bottom, looki
Bonfires of VanitiesBonfires of VanitiesBonfires of Vanities6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
By Digital Circe
(woman to pig transformation)
Story warnings: mild profanity
Not many things could bring Angelica Reeve and Maureen Helman together, but Hannah Montana was one of them. The Disney-backed icon had captured the worlds attention, filling their childrens impressionable, consumer-driven minds with the most vapid tripe the mothers had ever seen.
No one knew if it had begun innocently or not a few willful girls just doing it to irritate their parents but some girls had started a church of Hannah Montana, and the idea had quickly caught fire across America, and eventually, through the English-speaking world. Some geniuses used the online pseudo-universities to get degrees as pastors of the new Church of Hannah Montana, a Society for Altruistic Living, and soon enough there was a creepily real cult composed of what seemed like most every teen and tween girl in the West
She Wolf Of The Video VaultShe Wolf Of The Video Vault5 years ago in Horror More Like This
She-Wolf of Video Vault: or CGI Killed the Werewolf Movie
Emily belongs to Full Moon Master
Its nine minutes to eight on an autumn weeknight, where the activity of a small town slows to a crawl. Outside, the fall leaves rustle about from the cold wind while dark clouds stretch over a full moon like boney fingers. On a night like this, you might expect some unholy creature to be lurking in the shadows. But for Video Vault assistant manager Joel Roberts, he'll settle for anything to break up tonight's monotony. Almost an hour and a half has passed since the last customer came in the store. With the head manager on his lunch break, Joel's only company at this time is boredom.
Joel was promoted to assistant manager a few weeks ago by the owner of the locally owned video rental store. He figured the new position would offer more perks like a raise, but it just gave him more work for the same amount of pay. He had pictured many scenarios in his head when he graduated from commun
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
Halloween Costumes TF TG part1"So, sandy are you going to the party later?" asked Sam, my sister.Halloween Costumes TF TG part14 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Nah, Halloween isn't my thing." I replied.
Why does my sister wait until the last two hours before a party starts to invite me to a party? I guess horror movie night is out. Maybe I can turn her down.
"Come on, I'll give you twenty bucks, I even got a costume for you."
"What's the catch?" I didn't really trust my sister all that much she was a con artist when it came to stuff like this.
My sister pouted. "Can't a sister take her own brother to a party? You don't love me anymore." My sister made whimpering noises and acted as if she was crying.
Great now my sister is playing the, I'm a sweet little girl and you're a big meanie routine that always ends up getting me to go.
"Fine, I'll go, but I expect that twenty dollars later."
"Oh I love you" spoke my sister. Then she gave me a big hug and ran off towards her room.
By the time the party was about to start I got into the car and my sister sat behind the wheel and began
A cat for my parentsA cat for my parents2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Hey my name is Christophe. I'm your average guy, I didn't have incredible results at school and I didn't have any girlfriend... yet. I never get bullied and I had a group of normal friends, nothing special really. I was dinning with my parents, it was already half of the summer break and my parents looked more and more stressed. You see my father lost his job and I finish up by paying the bills... ok I know that I tell you I was normal... and I am... my family situation isn't. My father is not lazy or anything it just that he was already at his mid fifty and all employers alway go for the young, everyday he leave for a job interview and everyday he come back looking depressed and smelling alcohol... My mother was a scientist and was working home, because her colleague decide to go on a strike and so do she, all this messed up situation make me, with my two summer job the one making the most money of the family... Anyway where was I? Oh yeah dinner between my two jobs
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
What's HardRobin sat at one of the many wooden tables in the public library, reading a book detaliling all the latest computer technology. The entire team was there, mostly because of Megan. She had said she'd wanted to go an Earth library for the longest time. Superboy had never been to one and Kald'r could always use more books so there was really no debate about it. So there they were. Megan and Superboy were browsing the nonfiction while Kald'r was in the non-fiction. And KF was...moving around from shelf to shelf, never staying in one place for too long.What's Hard4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Short attention span and all that.
Any other day Robin would have smiled at the redhead's erratic behavior but not today. He was not in a good mood. Pissed off was an understatement. And it was all KF's fault. The speedster circled around a few more times before slipping into the seat next to the young hero.
"Hey Rob what's-"
"Shhhhhh!" Several voices hissed in unision, irritation clear on their daces.
"Sorry," KF whispered with a shrug. Her
Hannah's TaleDay OneHannah's Tale4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
After talking to Alex, my fiance, I returned to the Darknight booths to take Beth's place at the register while she went on break. Todd's instincts about this year's Kubla Con had been right. The line of people waiting to buy stuff was quite long. I expected to be busy.
I'd only been at it for a few minutes however, when Randal tapped me on the shoulder.
"Todd wants to see you. He's with Amy. I think it's time for you to change," he said.
He was trying to supress a grin. Todd has a reputation as a joker, so I got suspicious.
"All right, what's he up to this time?"
"I can't say, but it has to do with you hating sushi."
"Oh Lord." I rolled my eyes. I would have grilled Randal further, but I didn't want to keep the customers waiting in line. Todd had made a fuss some time ago about me not liking sushi, and didn't seem to want to drop it. Well, one doesn't introduce a girl (or anyone else for that matter) to something new by plopping a tentacle down on her plate. If he had started
Godly Relationships 85: Your GiftsYou've got an array of talents that need to be refined. All people possess special gifts-bestowed from the Father above-and you are no exception. But, your gift is no guarantee of success; it must be cultivated-by you-or it will go unused...and God's gift to you will be squandered.Godly Relationships 85: Your Gifts2 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Today, make a promise to yourself that you will earnestly seek to discover the talents that God has given you. Then, nourish those talents and make them grow. Finally, vow to share your gifts with the world for as long as God gives you the power to do so. After all, the best way to say "Thank You" for God's gifts is to use them.
What's your question?My beloved child, I am not like those leaders who challenged my Son, hoping to disporve him and exalt themselves. The proud love to prey on theose they counsider weak, but I never look to trap the unwary or embarrass those who thirst for knowledge. So don't be afraid to ask me any question you have. And don't think that I will be offended by you asking. I can handle your toughest dilemmas and even your deepest doubts.What's your question?3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
When you come to me with the difficult questions, you only get to know me better. And the more you come to know me, the more you'll see that what I cherish is your genuine pursuit of me.
Learning CurvesLearning Curves7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Warning: Pulling a Cait Sidhes tail may result in unexpected and dangerous reactions. Including, but not limited to, spontaneous transformations and death.
Cait Sith 29
Dear Mr. Anselm:
The Committee on Admissions has completed its review of your application for the class that will enter the Arizona State University this August. Although your application was considered favorably by the Committee, we regret to inform you
That was as far as Luke got before reducing the letter to a pile of scraps inside a dustbin. There was little point in reading past a word like regret. Fourteen letters and they always meant the same thing, another rejection.
He stormed out of his room wearing only a pair of blue boxers. The weather hardly demanded anything else for his boney tanned skin. Not that a lack of AC was something Luke could help. His parents decided years ago to cut corners by running the thermostat low all year round to s
NyapokalypseNyapokalypse2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The small town of Seacliff in the year 2400:
Day 9 after the catastrophe:
Rumor goes through the internet that aliens have arrived on earth. Supposedly it all started with a meteorite crashing into a beach on an island.
What's more, people whisper about a shadowy organization having taken camp on said island. An organization pretty similar to Area 51, conducting various top secret experiments, including human experiments.
Apparently, after securing the meteorite, they had locked the discoverer of it into a chamber, together with his discovery.
Bits of information had leaked out over the net: The stone in the chamber had been glowing in a warm green light, which seemed to welcome the man.
But tests had shown that it was far more dangerous than the naked eye could see: It was highly toxic and the green glow was actually a sign of extreme radioactive pollution.
About what exactly happened to the man, nothing is known. The information leaks contradict each other in this point:
Yet Another Christmas CarolIt was Christmas, celebrated all around Earth - and in Heaven, of course. As for elsewhere...Yet Another Christmas Carol4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
If you believe for a single second that the devils don't celebrate Christmas, you are, well, right, actually. They keep very quiet about it. Not even a mouse would dare speak about it to the Almighty Fiend, Lucifer. The sole exception to this unspoken rule had happened a few years back on the occasion of a Satanically spiked MTV "Merry Christmas" video which had seemed like a good idea for a few hours. Until it became obvious that it had been a pointless endeavor those who watched MTV regularly had been mostly unaffected, those who didn't had had their opinions on the low quality of the station confirmed and, generally, it had been a fruitless fiasco.
You didn't talk to Lucifer on Christmas. It was the same as going to him on Easter, patting him on the back and saying "There, there, mate. Anybody would have thought that killing Jesus was a good idea. I mean,
Winter.Christmas used to be my favorite time of the year, as it is with most children. I'm even bold enough to admit that I enjoyed it far more than my own birthday. But I suppose I was not alone in that respect. It used to really be the most magical part of the yearWinter.5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I sighed inwardly as I let the thought slip away, being in a sullen enough mood as it is. I slid off my headphones and let them settle around my neck, turning the music down to a fluttery beat as I looked around my room, here at Wayne Manor, where I would be residing for Christmas unless an emergency came up. The Titans insisted--Kori even insisted, and they actually succeeded in sending me away. Maybe I secretly wanted to be.
I don't know what it was about this room that kept me so sedated. At the moment I'm thinking it's the window seat I've been inhabiting most of the day, with its plush cushions and the thick blanket I found on it this morning. This used to be my room when I lived here, too, so perhaps that brought some
Pages Found in an Old Dungeon My name is Nicholas. I know by now people may have already forgotten about me, but I used to be addressed as "Father Christmas" and "Santa Claus" among many other names. I suppose that I might be merely dismissed as a myth nowadays. I daresay it has been hundreds of years since I last brought treasures to a kind soul. Ah, but I have lost track of the ages in this wretched oubliette. There is not even a tinge of sunlight to indicate the passage of day.Pages Found in an Old Dungeon4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I cannot fathom how I could have possibly deserved such a fate. Everyday, my stomach burns of hunger, and yet I cannot die of starvation. Simply stated, I cannot die.
I never imagined that I would detest my existence. The year was 1717 and I was the happiest man in the world. As far as occupations came, mine was a most fortunate one. Riding a sleigh harnessed to flying reindeer and delivering happiness to children on the Nice List was a pu
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
What a Dog NeedsYou're probably wondering why I broke in. The reason is, the dog in cage forty-two is my idiot brother.What a Dog Needs5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Let me talk before you sound an alarm. Cullen was a good cop at first, and the family was always talking about him. You know the name? Yeah, he was in the papers when that dealer Jumia shot him in the heart. Jumia became known as a "social activist political prisoner" and Cullen got to have his body put on ice and his blood drained out for antifreeze. He woke up on a heart/lung machine with a jungle of flowers and me weeping beside him. Those machines still cause strokes. He didn't have much time.
He was an idiot. He could've left the country, gone to sea for one of those cyborg jobs they do now in the colonies. Instead he took the city's offer to make him a cop dog. Put his brain in a big half-retriever, half-wolf body like you've got in the cage there. He woke up again and we were all there, the whole force, giving him presents and trying to get him adjusted. Fellow idiot Sargent G
Nightfury TFToothless TFNightfury TF5 years ago in Settings More Like This
"It's finally here! FINALLY!" I screamed at the top of my lungs.
"Hey!" I heard a banging on my wall. "Keep it down in there!" said my neighbor yelling at me.
"Sorry Paul just got over excited!" I yelled back.
"Well keep it down, sheesh!"
Being quiet after something I ordered over three months ago. The box appeared at my apartment door with a man asking for a signature. It barely fit thru my door. The box wasn't even that heavy but it was very bulky. I clumsily carried it thru my kitchen and into my bedroom. My apartment was quite large so I can move thru the living room / kitchen quite easily. I moved into my bedroom and laid the box down next to my bed. I moved my table in the center of my bedroom out of the way and cleared a space so I could lay out the costume.
"Lets see what we got here." I said leaning down to open the box up.
I looked in total shock, as I pulled out a large costume perfectly representing toothless from a recent movie. A perfect creation o
Forgetful - A Brute's StoryForgetful.Forgetful - A Brute's Story3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Summary: I am the Brute. I wander the castle, and only have a single purpose. To serve my master, and kill the one that is after him.
High screeches from my body resound through the long corridors as I patrol the dark corridors. The darkness is everlasting, and the prisoners more quiet than ever before. For what purpose my Master sends me to murder a man, I don't know. I have wondered, and I have forgotten to care. A sudden roar rumbles through the castle, and I almost lose my footing, my blade waving through the air as I try to keep my balance.
A strange soft flesh forms beneath the soles of my feet, and I quickly pull my foot away from the offender. It has been like this the entire day, maybe even longer. Ever since our Master descended into the Inner sanctum, the castle has been shaking uncontrollably, red tissue spreading across the entire castle. I don't know what to think of it, and I don't particularly care.
A sound catches my ear, and I swivel around, blade at the re
The Cats: A Costume Shop TFCome on, Amy, were leaving.The Cats: A Costume Shop TF8 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Amy groaned and set down her pencil. At the moment her desk contained a lamp, storage shelves, a few souvenir roller coaster snapshots, a drawing pad, and a National Geographic. The latter was open to a page with a running cheetah. The top page of the drawing pad tauntingly displayed a half-finished sketch of the cheetah, daring Amy to defy her mother and finish it, yet making fun of her predicament at the same time.
Okay, okay, Im coming. She reached for her black hoodie, hurriedly yanking her arms through the sleeves as she trotted out to the front room. Her mother and her little sister Lauren both stood there expectantly. Im ready. Lets go.
The late October air bit at Amys cheeks when they ventured outside. She didnt care much for the cold. Admittedly, she could get overheated sometimes,