When I Was a Fair Maid - Part 2The team was woken up early the next day. After a breakfast of cereal and coffee, we were presented with our uniforms. As I pulled mine on, I found that I could not have asked for a better one. The fireproof suit was roomy enough that, man or woman, body shape would be indiscernible. Over my head, I wore a black gas mask.When I Was a Fair Maid - Part 23 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I quickly learned that the mask muffled my voice to the point where most people could only understand around half of what I said. If I had anything important to say, I had to speak as loudly and clearly as I possibly could. A few of my teammates, especially the Engineer, seemed to be able to be able to make out more of what I said than the rest. If I needed something, I would often go to them first, just to make things easier.
After donning my uniform, I met the rest of the team at the practice area behind the base. They, too, had changed clothes. I was surpr
When I Was a Fair Maid - Part 1I was nervous before I even stepped foot on the train. You're probably thinking, 'Oh, that's normal. Going off to war is scary. You never know if you'll come home in one piece.' But you're wrong, I don't care about that. What I'm scared of is the men. Because I've got a secret, and if it ever gets out then my career as Pyro is over.When I Was a Fair Maid - Part 13 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I'm a woman.
When I saw the RED poster up in the corner store, I couldn't help but send in an application. I've loved fire since I was a little girl, snuggling up next to it during the cold, winter nights. It's fascinating, like a cat that will bite you unless you treat it just right. I signed my name as Jim Smith, a name so common that it wouldn't be questioned.
I don't know if my application was so outstanding that they didn't need an interview, or if they weren't going to give one in the first place. Either way, I was spared that particula
To The TeamThe early morning wind blows coldTo The Team2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Over a desert sand sea.
A base sits, not new, not old
But constant. A free
Air clings to the place.
A Boston boy swings
And rings his ma
Every night. He boasts
About his baseball and his da
Who played for the Red Sox.
He takes a blue streak and toasts
Carlton Fisk . He tries to get his rocks
Off with Pauling again and fails.
He sleeps with a night light.
The Giant sits in his bed
And sips his drink and dreams
About his home, stained red
With his family's blood. The reams
Of Tolstoy and Dostoevsky on
The cold floor rustle in the draught.
He kisses Sasha good night and is gone.
He says a prayer for the Tsar.
A gas-choked demon prowls
The halls. His burns keep him awake
And all the words and sneers burn
Him more than the fiery howls
Of flame that make his foes shake.
He longs for friends and finds none.
His only friend was an old woman
Who took him in once, a nun
Or such she may have been. Forgets.
In an oil-stained corner is
The Engie. A Ten gallon hat
When I Was a Fair Maid - Part 3We were all tense the morning of the battle, though each of us showed it in our own way. As we ate breakfast, I watched the Spy triple- and quadruple-check his technology, making sure nothing would malfunction. At the same time, Scout sat across from me, talking everyone's ears off. He bragged nonstop, saying the BLUs should be shaking in their boots.When I Was a Fair Maid - Part 33 years ago in Drama More Like This
I left the dining hall as soon as I was finished eating, having no desire to stay and talk. I wandered down the concrete hallways, without a destination in mind. At one point I stuck my head in the Engineer's workshop, only to be told to go away immediately. He was stressed, still making last-minute changes on his buildings. He didn't need me bothering him.
About five minutes before seven, the team gathered in the starting area. It was a little room, rimmed with benches and containing two supply cabinets. We stood around, looking over our weapons one l
Pet Soldiers: An Operators' ManualPet Soldiers: An Operators' Manual1 year ago in Humor More Like This
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Dear DadDear Dad2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Dear dad I love you.
Dear dad you were my world, but that world began to change.
Dear dad; why did you hit mom and make me watch?
Dear dad; why did you beat my brother?
Dear dad I will do anything you ask, just show me you can change for the better.
Dear dad; why did you corner me?
Dear dad; why can’t I stop shaking and crying?
Dear dad; why did I believe you could change?
Please someone help me!
The EndDig your nails into your skin, feel their harshness crawl within.The End2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Scratch and tear the flesh apart, for here begins a fresh new start.
See the pink, the red, and the blue, grab a knife, you know what to do.
Remove the organs, hear the tears, scream and wail for further repairs.
And now you're down to your heart, tear it out to end and restart.
I ThoughtI thought you were gone, erased my mind,I Thought2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
But nature to me is never kind.
I thought life changed, that I was free,
That you were no longer following me.
I thought your eyes I forgot,
Some sanity back I got,
I thought I no longer believed in superstitions
You no longer appeared in my visions.
I thought you disappeared from my fate,
But I felt neither bad nor great
It was the end of the greatest love,
Or so I thought...
My heart began to scream and yell,
Without your smile I saw hell,
I realized that without you,
On this planet there is nothing to do!
Pet Medics for DummkopfsPet Medics for Dummkopfs4 years ago in Humor More Like This
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Pet Snipers: An Owner's GuidePet Snipers: An Owner's Guide5 years ago in Humor More Like This
Pet Snipers An Owner's Manual
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Character Sheet TemplateGeneral InformationCharacter Sheet Template2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Date of birth:
Traits of Voice
Accent (if any):
Other languages known:
Style of speaking:
Volume of voice:
Shape of face:
Build of body:
Illnesses (if any):
Any unhealthy habits:
Briefly explain life story:
Past places of residence:
Any enemies (and why):
Love interest (if there is one):
Peaceful or violent:
Weapon (if applicable):
Style of Fighting:
Weaknesses: (At l
shhhwe are lurking too close to jesus,shhh2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
on the empty edge of a lightless stage,
curved nails digging into the skin of our pale palms.
he asks as an afterthought
do you believe in something holy? and i think yes,
i think this is what i believe in.
For YouCome rain, do come shineFor You2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
One day, you shall be mine
And the hurt and tears
Shall turn to smiles and cheers
Let me be your strength
Let me be your shoulder
To keep your pain away, at an arms length
As we grow older
My heart, for you, my love
Give me yours
Safe keeping's my middle name, little dove
It's no chore
I shall keep it hidden and locked away
Just promise you won't take it back someday
My Love to be...
Metroid Other M - Retconned“Sir, we’ve run into a problem.”Metroid Other M - Retconned1 year ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
“And what might that be?”
“The suit… somehow it’s hardwired to her - only her. I mean it’s literally tied to her genetic structure. We can’t replicate it efficiently, no one would be able to use it! I-”
“Then isn’t it obvious what the next step is?”
“If it only works for her, then make more of her. If we can’t use it for our troops then we’ll make new troops.”
“Sir you don’t mean… Are you asking us to clone Samus Aran?”
“Was the order not clear?”
Several years had passed since that brief correspondence aboard the Olympus. He had been lucky that his true purpose hadn’t been discovered during his short work there.
He was no more comfortable with the project now than he was back then. Reverse engineering was something he could manage. It was something ethical, at least from his s
Winnie the Pooh Rewrite -Ch.2Chapter 2Winnie the Pooh Rewrite -Ch.23 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
A head covered with chin-length faint pink hair appeared, peeking inside from the door left open. A weird pair of flashing pink ears twitched to listen if there was anyone in the room or not. As there was no sound to be heard, the person slipped into the weird, white room and closed the door.
The person was wearing a long sleeveless shirt with the color matching their ears and thin black stripes on it. It was hard to tell whether the person was a girl or a boy. The flat chest gave a hint though: they was either a boy or a little girl. The person wasn't really that tall. Perhaps somewhere around the height of an average 10-year old. The large sky eyes looked around hesitantly, looking for something. Or making sure that there really was no one there.
Soon enough the person stepped deeper within the room with small, a tad cowardly steps. They slowly approached a table on which laid yet another figure with this time honey colored hair and small, ye
Iriz's LoverIriz's Lover3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Amy yawned and stretched, her tank top riding up to reveal her softly rounded belly, below which she was bare. She was exhausted after a long day at work, and she'd been up all night typing up a paper for class tomorrow. She turned on her flameless candle on her bedside table, casting a soft dim glow over the room and removed her glasses.
She hadn't been asleep for long when a soft noise woke her. "Scritch...scritch, scratch." She shrugged it off, turning over onto her back and attempting to go back to sleep.
"Scritch...scriiiitch." Her eyes opened, irritated. It sounded as if it were...coming from beneath her bed.
Amy sat up, her eyes wide in the semi-darkness of the room. "There's...there's something under my bed," she thought. Every Hollywood horror film came to mind: horrendous monsters with dripping fangs and bloody claws, disfigured living corpses with stinking, rotting flesh.
She shook her head, chiding herself. "That's stupid. I'm an adult, dammit."
Asylum Part 1Entry: 01- Let the Madness begin.Asylum Part 13 years ago in Horror More Like This
Hello, my name is Donatello. I'm writing this from inside an insane asylum. You're probably wondering why I'm here, right? You wouldn't be reading this if you weren't. Well, it all started, around about a month ago.
You see, me and my brothers, Leonardo, Raphael and Michelangelo, were fighting against the Purple Dragons. They were trying to rob a bank if I remember correctly. That's beside the point, I yelled out saying that I was going to call April and ask her to get the police and the van; they clearly heard me as they nodded. With that, I got into the nearest corner and began to ring her. But as my back was turned, Hun went to grab me; luckily for me Leonardo stopped him and slashed him away with his double katana. He grabbed my shoulder and spun me around, and practically pinned me against the wall, then he yelled "BE MORE CAREFUL DONATELLO!"
I'd never seen him that angry with me; it was quite scary, but that isn't the
Higher Life (Sneak-a-peek)1Higher Life (Sneak-a-peek)1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Shatters Of An Armor
The familiarly comfortable air of the nights in the late summer were always luring out all kinds of small and slimy little creatures out of their hiding places with its moistness. They were afraid of being seen, knowing what it could cause in the worst case scenario. Back when I was but a little boy I had the habit of spending hours to try and find snails and frogs, sometimes even worms to fill my pockets with and take back home with me. All things disgusting and dirty, I found absolutely fascinating. Whatever suited my tastes as long as it would keep girls far away from me and have my mother shake her head at me in annoyance. I could never quite understand the glowing happiness that glimmered on the wings of butterflies that the kids of the neighborhood were catching in their nets in the nearby field. I couldn't see them like the others did, much like they couldn't see my favorite bugs the same way I did. My bugs were survivors. Back then I was certain that the
Asylum Part2Entry: 02- Mentally strange reflectionAsylum Part23 years ago in Horror More Like This
Finally, I'm back in my little cell. You know, now I've been here for a little while, it's not so bad. At least I'm not in one of those padded rooms with a straight jacket on me. Anyway, where was I when I was talking to you last? Oh that's right, I just heard that voice and was dozing off to sleep.
Morning soon crept around the corner, and my home in the sewers soon became alive along with the city above us. I was peacefully sleeping; enjoy the warmth of my blanket wrapped around me. Until I was rudely interrupted by a loud crash from the kitchen. I groaned as a crawled out of my comfy bed and into the coldness of my home. I let out a yawn, stretching my arms and back, until I heard my bones click. I shuffled into the living room; my eyes were nothing but a slit as I walked around my home. I looked towards the kitchen, Mikey was crying, I began to jog over to him to ask what happened, when Raph ran passed and pushed me to the floor
Winnie the Pooh Rewrite TeaserChristopher Robin is a 15 years old boy who suffers from strong autism. All the way from his childhood the only social contacts he agrees to have is with his stuffed animals. Due to this he is often bullied and even beat up by his classmates.Winnie the Pooh Rewrite Teaser3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Worried for his son's well being, Christopher's father decides to take act and stop such teasing. As a great scientist he brings his son's imaginary stuffed animal friends to life as human beings. He leaves some animal traits on the characters though so that his son may recognize his friends. Maybe now the boy can learn how to communicate with real-life people.
The plan works fine and Christopher befriends the former stuffed animals with pleasure. At the same time the now real imaginary friends try to learn to live in the human world... and about things such as passion and love.
kakuhidan child 19 reunitedkakuhidan child 19 reunited4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Tenshi roamed the surrounding area, same as always. She limped around but where was there to go? She screamed as loud as her voice could go on, but no one heard her.
For two days she repeated these actions, slowly making her insane. She felt no ray of hope, no wisp of her precious wind. There was no freedom in those dark hallways, there was no nothing to depend on but herself it seemed.
The battle with Sasuke had rendered her absolutely useless. Only Kabuto now gave her the daily attention she needed. He only really cared about her in the hell-hole where Orochimaru held her at.
"K-Kabu-kun, please let me go out. I want out of here." Tenshi sniffed.
Kabuto didn't give her a second look, he didn't answer her. He only handed her a small plate of food and left her alone in the dark.
A spot in the hideout where only people that needed disposing of were sent there.
She had broken her left arm while trying to spread out her massive wings to protect her blind side. Yes she had used
Enjoy The ShowHarley plugged in her sewing machine and set it up. A lamp on the desk was the only light in the dark room. The shades were pulled closed and the cracked wall clock ticked awkwardly. She took Joker's purple coat off a hook on the wall and lovingly smoothed it down under the needle of the machine.Enjoy The Show4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Joker had torn a hole in his sleeve from tussling with the Batman last night. Luckily he managed to get away again, much to Harley's relief. When Joker returned home he laughed for an hour straight about giving Batman a nasty, and well-deserved, broken arm.
Harley pulled out a roll of the same velvety fabric from her closet and measured out the right size. She always took care of his clothes. It was her first job when she turned into Harley Quinn and started living with him.
Joker originally got his famous violet suit from a private tailor. He had threatened him into making it whenever he needed a new one. But now that he had Harley, she was happily responsible for taking care of all his cloth
Envelope- ReaderxMedicYou knocked on the med-bay door timidly. Your arm was bleeding from a long gash, where you had slipped and cut yourself on the stove when you had made breakfast.Envelope- ReaderxMedic1 year ago in Romance More Like This
"Come in..." Medic's tired voice replied.
You pushed open the heavy doors and entered the pristine white infirmary.
How Medic kept it so clean was beyond you, but, somehow he managed it. There was not a spot of blood on the floor, at least not until you entered. "Ah, crap. I'm getting blood everywhere..." You muttered.
"Are you alright, (F/n)?" The friendly RED Medic asked.
"Mostly, I just slipped and cut my arm on the stove. Can you fix it up for me, Doc?" You asked.
"Of course! It is my job to do zhis!"
The German brought out a small Med-Pack, a roll of gauze and a cloth. He swiftly cleaned your arm and wrapped the gauze around it to prevent infection.
When he was finished, you spoke again. "Thanks... Oh, also... Heavy said you got mail, he wanted me to give this to you." You handed Medic the small white envel