To The TeamThe early morning wind blows coldTo The Team3 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 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 24 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 14 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
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' Manual2 years ago in Humor More Like This
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Pet Medics for DummkopfsPet Medics for Dummkopfs5 years ago in Humor More Like This
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Lessons for TodayToday in math class, they would be learning how to factor quadratic equations. Miss Gracie, called Mrs. G by her students, knew this because she had the lesson planned out meticulously across three-and-a-half sheets of college-ruled notebook paper, which sat neatly in a folder before her. She knew because, like with all her lessons, she had recited it in front of her dressing mirror last night, right before bed.Lessons for Today2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She glanced at the clock. Ten minutes left until class. Its tick, tick, tick was the only sound in the room.
She looked around the room. Nothing but the equation charts that she covered with long sheets of colored paper during tests (always to the dismay of the students) and Tu fui, ego eris. Latin. What you are, I was; what I am, you will be. She stared at it. She had written it out on a sheet of white cardstock and stuck it to the wall with blue tape on her first day. It seemed like a kind and encouraging quote, a reflection
The EndDig your nails into your skin, feel their harshness crawl within.The End3 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 Thought3 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!
Yin/YangYangYin/Yang3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"Heads or tails?"
He always picks heads.
I flipped the coin.
I'm such a liar.
I roll my eyes.
He climbed onto the swing,
so I got behind him
She walked seven steps in seven seconds, then stopped for seven seconds before starting again. Eventually, she grew tired of the pattern, and began
By the time she arrived home, her legs were burning and her mouth tasted bitter with rhythm.
Pet Snipers: An Owner's GuidePet Snipers: An Owner's Guide6 years ago in Humor More Like This
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CorruptionA sharp clicking sounded echoed throughout the warehouse as a young woman's high-heeled boots met with the metal catwalk. She gazed dismally at the Thanagarian in front of her as she approached and her lips formed a sad smile. The others eyes were filled with traces of rage. She had, after all, almost killed this woman's husband and son a few nights ago. She had almost murdered two of the world's greatest superheroes. The anger radiating from her didn't surprise her but there was something that did.Corruption3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Don't look so sympathetic," She whispered. "You have to do this."
"No I don't," The Thanagarian tried to reason with her. "It doesn't have to end this way."
"I should have listened to you," The woman stopped walking as she sighed. "None of this would have happened if I had-"
"You only did what you thought was right. What happened to John and Rex was an accident."
"That doesn't change the fact that I almost killed them!" She sighed in defeat. "I never meant for it to become so personal. All
ArchimedesSavesTheDay-a TF2 Medic Miss Pauling ficIt had been a very long, tiring, and frustrating day. The RED Medic's long white coat and trademark red rubber gloves had long since been removed and deposited in the biohazard hamper for cleaning later, and his red tie hung loose and slightly askew.ArchimedesSavesTheDay-a TF2 Medic Miss Pauling fic4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Having finally restored the Medbay to order and completing his report to be turned in to the Administrator, Stecker absently pushed the small lensed, wire frame glasses back up to the bridge of his nose and asked of his companion perched primly on the chair behind the German's desk, "Vell zen... vat do you say, Archimedes?"
The white dove cocked its head as if actually waiting to hear what he had to say. "Vich do you zink is vat ze Doktor needs, hm? "Beethoven? Mozart? Sarasate? Bach?" The bird ruffled its feathers and cooed with seeming enthusiasm at the last composer's name. Chuckling softly, the Medic went over to the narrow closet in the corner and retrieved his violin case, "Ah zo, Bach's Partita in E Major it is zen."
Even Striders Feel It - Chap. IEveryone knew the name "Dave Strider" in Houston, Texas. He was the town heart-breaker, infamous for his one-night stands. Yet despite his reputation, ladies and dudes alike fell for him, thinking they were special, that they were "The One." Without exception, all of them soon realized that they had thought wrong; they were just like the others.Even Striders Feel It - Chap. I3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Well, almost without exception
Dave Strider shoved his key into the lock on the apartment door. He struggled with it, grumbling, until it finally clicked and the door swung open. He stumbled into the dark entrance-hallway and called "Hey, I'm home." He felt the wall for the switch and flipped it, bathing the short corridor in harsh orange light from the flickering bulb.
Dave removed his shades with a tired sigh and sauntered out into the living room. He looked around and turned on a couple more lights before collapsing into the couch. He turned the T.V. on and lazily scrolled through the channels, not really paying attention to
TF2 Short Story: Familial Battle"Dummkompf!"TF2 Short Story: Familial Battle4 years ago in Drama More Like This
Two Medics, one a RED male and the other a BLU female, both shouted various insults and taunts to the other. RED Medic hung from his foot on one of his own team Sniper's traps (the idiot!); the other had broken her ankle and was sprawled on the dusty ground. Unfortunatly, her Medigun was flung away from her a good number of yards from her reach, so there was little chance of healing herself. RED Medic certainly wouldn't heal her. With both of their teams ignorant of their whereabouts, they had all the time in the world to cuss and argue and ridicule.
BLU Medic blew away her bangs from her eyes. She gripped her bonesaw despite its uselessness at the moment. Why have one if you couldn't even walk up to an opponent and attack? So she sat there waiting for RED Medic's response. He hung there like a sack of potatoes glaring at her. His only movements were to keep his spectacles in place
Even Striders Feel It (PREVIEW!)Everyone knew the name "Dave Strider" in Houston, Texas. He was the town heart-breaker, infamous for his one-night stands. Yet despite his reputation, ladies and dudes alike fell for him, thinking they were special, that they were "The One." Without exception, all of them soon realized that they had thought wrong; they were just like the others.Even Striders Feel It (PREVIEW!)3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Well, almost without exception
The taste was sweet When your blood hit my tongue, it tasted so sweet. When your eyes glazed over from pain, the look was tantalizing. I knew that I had to save this one. Your mind was so frazzled and tormented as I had to erase everything. Parents who abused you and friends who ignored you. It all needed to go. I was making you innocent again and in my eyes that was for the best. The past has never happened for you. A new start is all you need. A perfect slave. Your eyes were fogging up. It was so beautiful. The only bad thing was it made you look gloomy. Your forceful grip on my arm loosened as the spell started taking full affect. The fire in your eyes left as you started to go limp in my tender arms. My teeth were still deep in your neck. They sucked at your pale skin and took in your special blood. I still remember my hunger that day. I felt starved. My stomach was so warm and full. By the time I was done, you were passed out in my arms. It looked like you were sleeping peacefully. I ran off withThe taste was sweet3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Could you love me? Chapter 2"I-I" Karkat stuttered. He has had feelings for John for the longest time. He told himself over and over that it wouldn't happen. John's eyes sparkled. They tinted darkly, drawing him in.Could you love me? Chapter 23 years ago in Romance More Like This
John used his power. Karkat's pupils got bigger then dulled. His eyes got hazy like the day he bit him. Karkat must love him was the only thought John was having. It made him blind to what Karkat really wanted.
Karkat's head felt like it was swimming. He knew John was using his powers. There was a feeling in his heart that was telling him to scream out. He didn't know what to say and all the parts of being a slave told him to sit back and be calm.
"Karkat it's okay just calm down". John almost purred in a way that was truly calming. He put a hand around the back of Karkat's head. He started to mess with his hair. His hand made sure to rub in an almost comforting gesture.
Karkat felt distant. John moved through this process very meticulously. He still felt like screaming but the words he couldn't
Dear DadDear Dad3 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!
New life part 3 Dave's P.O.VNew life part 33 years ago in Romance More Like This
You wake up face down on the side of your bed with a horrible headache. You snicker at yourself and get up off the floor. You get ready and make your way out of your room and into the small hallway of your apartment. You life here with your older brother Dirk, his only a few years older then you. You pull your shoes on and yell a goodbye to your brother. You hop down the stairs and head towards the nearby coffee shop.
On your way to the coffee shop you spot a girl in the window. You take a moment to look at her, she has beautiful (h/c) haired that draws you in.
You walk into the coffee shop and still small glances at her as you order your coffee. You guess it wouldn't be so bad to actually go say hi to her. You make your way over to her and give her a small "sup." She looks up at you at stares at lips. You don't know why but it doesn't bug you so you shrug it off.
After a few minutes you get a call from your bro , so you take a moment to pick it up. You sit u
It's simply my way to cope.Karkat was in the midst of cutting. He sliced a wound into his wrist and he watched the blood slowly drip around the edges and fall to the ground. His roommate wasn't home so, he thought it was safe to cut in the bathroom. He heard his roommate open the front door. Fuck, he was in middle of slicing the third cut up his arm. There was a knock on the bathroom door as his roommate complained he had to piss. Fuck his life, his roommate walked in.It's simply my way to cope.3 years ago in Drama More Like This
Dave pushed the door open glaring at Karkat "Damn it man you know I have to piss everyday after class. I tell you at least sixteen times that I'm gonna blow up if you don't clear a path for me and my giant-... Karkat. Is that blood?" He steeped foward grabbing him by the elbow and lifting his arm up to inspect it. "....What. The. Fuck." He shoved Karkat down on the the toliet seat and reached under the sink pulling out the first aid kit. "How long has this been going on???"
" Fuck, Dave. Just leave me the hell alone. You don't want to know how lon
Teach me to live again?Karkat always thought that he was supposed to keep emotions in. Tuff it out. His life sucked. Being gay sucked. Getting beat up sucked. God just fuck it all. Let's just count off the all the things that make his life fucked up. Being a ginger, disowned by his own parents, living on the streets, getting beat up by the weather and the jackasses that lived in this town. Should he go on? He is 14 and has been living on the streets since 13. All he has left is the hoodie on his back and the ripped up skinny jeans he's wearing as bottoms. Tonight, he felt eyes on him. He felt eyes trying to burn holes into his back. His pace quickened as he tried to get away from this towering being that, he could not see. He turns to go around a corner when a black gloved hand, forcefully grabs his shoulder. A piece of cloth is forced to his face and his eyes shut closed as the sweetly sick smell envelopes him.Teach me to live again?3 years ago in Drama More Like This
Dave thought this was way too fucking easy. He had caught his prey with little to no trouble at
Love Virus part 7==> be solluxLove Virus part 73 years ago in Romance More Like This
You are currently sollux captor, and your inside your flush crushes hive. Your sitting at her computer desk working on a virus. who exactly gave her the virus you may ask? She gave it to herself like the dork she is. It makes you snicker every time you think about it . Tho your snickering stops when you remember the little trick you pulled on her before you left for her hive. The memory sits fresh in your think pan . you cant seem to get it to go away for the life of you. So your kinda glad that your working on the virus, it gets most of your attention off the memory . You hear shuffling beside you and you look over your shoulder to see that ___ has pulled a chair up and is watching you work.
Its a little nerve racking with her watching you work. You feel all kinds of emotions when she's close to you. Like you just want to kiss her and pull her close to yo-... NO. You stop that train of thought before it can leave the station. You called the train conductor and s