TFP: Faded... (Chapter II: Dark Horizons...)TFP: Faded... (Chapter II: Dark Horizons...)2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Mom, get down!" Adrenaline had greeted Lauren once again with a kick in her gut, and an explosion of butterflies in her stomach-the bad kind. Lauren vaulted forward, and when her shoes came up, they impacted Wood's jaw, "What the heck are you tryin' to pull here, Woods?!" There was hate in her eyes, she was starting to hate him... never had she met such a... jackhole. He was like a little human Megatron! Woods had popped back up, and responded with strong fist to her right cheek, which in turn sent her spinning, and to the ground. Lauren spit out the blood, chaos was ensuing, and she had lost sight of Optimus. In her mind Lauren had seen the Prime in a fight with Megatron, he skillfully spun backward, then from a distance, he gained momentum in another blow to Megatron's gut. Megatron recovered quickly, and swung his right leg out. Optimus ducked, under, and with a jumping-round-house kick, he had knocked Megatron down again.
"Lauren!" Melissa called.
Lauren then realized it was Woods
Extrasolar Origin (Ver 2012)Extrasolar Origin (Ver 2012)1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Origin (2012 Version)
Written by: Bjorn Malmberg and Ryan Malone
Planet Orion, second planet from the main sun in the Pi3 Orionis solarsystem...
He sat patiently and waited in the shadows outside the children school building. It was a pyramid shaped complex, in the middle of the Boeotian jungle. Tall trees shadowed most of the buildings, but further away towers of shell white concrete and glass reached above the roof top of the dense forest. He envisioned the inside of the building in his old mind. It was difficult to hold the thoughts, they floated away and got dimmed. So old. So far from home. He knew that she was in there.
White ceramic-surfaced tables stood in neat rows in the bright, sunlit classroom. There was silence and anticipation in the air. A little girl was standing in front of the class. On the ceramic screen behind her was a drawing of a triangle-shaped object with blue flames shooting out of its back, next to a colourful sketch of a planet with only one m
Be Careful (2p italy x reader) chapter 4Be Careful (2p italy x reader) chapter 43 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
-Audrey´s point of view (reader´s point of view)-
The ambulance soon arrived . I refuse to let Gina alone . But the doctors said that I could only be with her if I´m part of her family or friends .
I was about to protest when I found that they had a point . I can´t be with her if I´m not from her family or friends . Even tought that I can visit her , but the visit time would be short .
YAAAAAY ! Classes had finally ended ! Now I can buy my new celphone !
I happily walked on the sidewalk . Towards the mall . But of course , avoiding eye contact . I don´t like to do eye contact with people . Unless , they are family or close friends .
I heard some bushes move . But I just ignored .
Then I saw some weird shadows . It was hard to ignore them . But I don´t have to worry , I´m in an very crowded area .
Finally I entered the mall and looked for the celphone store .
WOW ! The line was huge . I buyed a Galaxy S2 . I
the blight of punny mornings...i woke with poetic hungerthe blight of punny mornings...2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
gnawing at my ample belly.
i searched and began to wonder
what became of all the jelly.
i asked my muse, 'what shall i use
upon this morning's sacrement?'
glass raised she replied, 'drink some juice
and have a toast with enjambment.'
Moonlit DuoMoonlit Duo4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I remember when we lived, when we truly lived. We would shine in the night, like fireflies mistaken for stars, and each grain of sand would be peeking at us and each seashell listening. Each wave of dark oblivion would be slowing their momentum down, in fear of interrupting our gathering of spirits.
The Fire-man never was like you would expect someone like him to be...
The shabbiness of his appearence and absurd rhythm of life he had only seemed to overcompensate for the deep, unconscious understanding he had of human life. And thus he truly shined, of a light unknown to the masses.
I, on my side, wasnˊt what youˊd call an alive creature; not then. The complex mechanism that had kept me going for so long had shattered inside, and I would struggle not to feel anything at all.
It was only when Gaia and Atlas slept, that I could breathe and let out a long sigh, which would prickle in my throat and reverberate in the seabreeze. I would finally be me.
And I wo
Slender Man x Reader Chapter 22Slender Man x Reader Chapter 221 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Slender Man x Reader Chapter 22
"Why did you?" Jeff murmured , looking down at his shoes.
Slender Man stayed quiet for a moment, and slumbed his back.
You rested against the wall, hearing their conversation.
Yes, eavsdropping was on the check list of the things you shouldn't do, but you couldn't resist.
"She offered me a drink. I took a swig, and then I blacked out."
Jeff glared at him, his jaw clenched.
"Then what happened?"
"I woke up on the bed, and my clothes were tossed aside, and she was right there, nu
Telltale BodyYour arms protect me likeTelltale Body2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a cover, to hold together
the story only you can read.
I love how the evening breeze
turns my hair like pages, when I'm lying between
your sleeping figure and the open window;
and how those moles apparently scattered at random
are the dots you'll have to connect,
clues to help you find the page
you had last read.
Our story's title, my love
I left resting on your ribcage;
its gilded letters stick out
like my spine's vertebrae,
when I'm curled up against you
and our heartbeats sync in acknowledgement.
I can almost see them,
each curve and depression of my telltale body
shape of a climax my toes whisper of often;
and those ears, they are a bookmark
for the verses you like going back to.
Read me like a book, beautiful
I've been mistreated and torn, yet
that's what a story needs to feel true;
underline your favourite paragraphs with trails
of kisses and chills, warm
my cold parchment with your hands, and
keep me in you heart forever.
Morning haikuA burning sunriseMorning haiku5 months ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
The eyes catch fire
Wash my face in the pond
Slender Man x Reader Chapter 21Slender Man x Reader Chapter 211 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Slender Man x Reader Chapter 21
"Oh, So it's MY fault!?" Slender Man yelled. He stormed out of the room.
"I didn't say that!" You yelled after him. You heard him slam the front door close.
Yes, the two of you were in another arguement.
You knew it was just stupid lover's quarrel , and thank god no one was in the house at the time.
"Ugh!" You groaned , and at on the bed.
Machina StoryThe Manufacturer made the machines. They created them to aide mankind in man's ever expanding collonies. From the lowly, silent, disposable Mech-boys who toiled in the depths of the great cities, to the high powered, nigh-indestructible Archangel battle robots that guarded the space faring colonies and remembered only what their battle memories recorded. The Manufacturer produced them all. For those that directly interacted with humans, they found they needed something more familiar and soft, so they made the Machina.Machina Story4 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
Like their brethren in space or beneath the earth, the Machina had a limited AI. They were made to think through their tasks and simulate personality, but never to gain it on their own.
When programming something to be companion to thinking and feeling creatures it's hard to stop that eventual evolution.
The first to come to life was a Gamma unit designation Le-A118, affectionately called Dash by his mistress. She was a scientist working on the project designing the locom
Between Heaven and HellEveryone has a story to tellBetween Heaven and Hell1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
The time and place the falls from grace.
We all walk at our own pace
forever attempting to win the illusionary race.
So I took the time, to sit and rewind....
granted pause to the cause, reflections of the mind.
Years upon years slowly drifted on by...
Journeys left behind slumbering alongside the road of unknown,
collecting dirt and debris, anxiously awaiting to be set free,
but could not flee...no one to save me and turn the key.
Everything has a time and a place within the enchanted space.
A story to tell of heaven and hell...
Realise this upon states of bliss,
In the beginning we all fell--in the end we all shall fall.
Can no longer ignore the ancient call.
SingularityGhostly mantraSingularity7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Between us here
Can't see nor hear
An language too
Bewitched with you
Between this fear
Path to follow
Says he loves her
And was it hollow
Between this end
Of yet to begin
One Like WaterWe speak.One Like Water7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
We all live.
We all die.
So tell me again.
make us so different
from each other?
A New BeginningA New Beginning2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Extrasolar: A New Beginning
by Björn Malmberg and Ryan Malone
"Medical Officer Jonathan Falk, 995-556?" a short woman in a white lab coat called out. The boarding hall resembled an airport terminal with its long rows of low benches crammed with people. The main difference was that there were no windows, just a large dome of white painted metal. A suntanned, brown-haired man rose. He wore casual clothes, scruffy jeans, military boots, grey t-shirt and black leather jacket. He was in his mid-twenties, well-trained and fit like the rest of people who were waiting for their names to be called out. He swayed, not used to the 0.8 gravity in Inada-Belt's Halo Station orbiting Earth. A small red plastic tag was clutched in his hand, representing his entire identity.
The woman continued to call out names; men and women in the boarding hall answered by standing up. The indecisive mumble of voices stopped as everyone listened to hear if it was their name being called. T
Crying WordsPages become tornCrying Words1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
When the tears are reborn
Old wasted ideas
Crumble to the floor
Circus: The Bearded WomanI do not conform,Circus: The Bearded Woman6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
this is not by choice but by condition.
When people look at me
they see a freak, a travesty
As do I
but not for the same reasons as them.
Those who gawp
and gape and grunt
gruesome words at me.
They see my wiry beard
affixed to my delicate jaw and cheeks;
they laugh and laugh
and laugh at The Bearded Lady.
They see imperfection
on such a superficial irrelevant level
as they spin me in my cage
to get a better look
at my flaws.
Hair growing on my face
doesn't make me broken, or damaged.
The cysts do;
popping tiny kernels in my ovaries
and flushing hormones through me
these are the things I worry about
while others mock me for my features -
and take photos for mementos
of their time at the circus.
I don't care about the beard
I care about the children,
bearded or otherwise, I'll never have,
and the ache for their limbs
entangled in my arms,
their breath on my skin.
Who cares about a preconceived --
( unable to conceive ? )
- notion of beauty
FLight ~ Chapter EightLater on that day. Fang went over to vanille's place. Vanille was sitting down on the sofa reading a book.FLight ~ Chapter Eight2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I was talking to lightning. About something..."
"OK, it would help if I knew what, fang." the younger sister smiled. Fang smiled too and cleared her throat. "I was hoping to start a family with lightning, but she seems a bit off the idea"
"well she has just woken up fang"
"I knew that, and you sounded just like her then." fang smiled. "I really want to start a family with her, even if its just one kid. I know serah's just had a baby, but imagine if me and lightning had a baby. They would be so cute and beautiful..."
"so, you want lightning to get pregnant and to carry your baby, is that what your trying to say?"
"yes " fang blushed. t
Late Night CerealShe texted me to ask for milk,Late Night Cereal3 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A query so surreal,
For she was of the hungry ilk
Who craved for cereal.
Alas, I had no milk but soy,
Which she was wary to deploy
Within her bowl,
Within her bowl,
Her face showed she did not taste joy.
Oh Special K! 'Twas not the day
She meant for you to swim
With Mister Two-Percent, and play
Your tasty games with him.
The box was done, your final breath
Could only end in runny death.
A soggy grave was all she left.
All times, both good and bad, must end
In peacefulness or pain.
One moment, by your side a friend,
The next, gone and estranged.
While we still live, let's take control,
Together, let's live to the full
Like milk and flakes,
Like milk and flakes,
Creamy, crunchy in the bowl.
MusicMusic2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It surrounds me like a warm blanket on a stormy night.
It is a mass of writhing bodies letting themselves go.
It is magic .
It is bliss.
It can read my mind with a single line.
It can help me realize what I try to deny.
It is love.
It is heartache.
It can make the world go round.
It can stop it in its tracks.
It is perfection.
It is insanity.
There is only one thing that it could be.
It is music.