Writer's Block OC memeWriter's Block OC memeWriter's Block OC meme4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Created by: Trafalgarlawfangirl
I. Alright guys, you know the drill, choose 5 of your OCs and add a short description below (Even if you know what they look like the people who read it don't! Write it as if you were explaining it to an idiot!). If you don't have 5 OCs then make one up on the spot! Seriously, sometimes the random characters you make are some of the ones you have the most fun with.
II. You (the writer) are walking around a busy part of town, at some point, you end up crossing paths with [Character One], neither of you recognize the other. As the two of you continue on your way, what was one thing you both noticed about the other?
III. [Character Three] or [Character Two] is trapped in a windowless room for the next 72 hours (3 days for those of you who won't do the math). Do they go crazy? What do they do to pass the time?
IV. [Character Five] is able to go to the past and tell their past self some advice for the future
The Narrative OC MEME 3I. Choose up to five (5) of your favorite original story characters that will embark in this role-play. If you don't have five (5) then leave them blank (or create a character on the spot!) Be sure to give a little description of them:The Narrative OC MEME 35 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
II. Character Two has taken a part-time job as a substitute teacher at a learning facility. How did their first day go? What were they teaching?
III. Character One and Character Five are hired as police officers and end up placing Character Three into custody. Does everything go smoothly?
IV. Character One and Character Two happen do discover a strange artifact while rummaging through an abandoned warehouse. Both fight and argue on over the artifact until one of them wins. Explain what the artifact looks like.
V. Depending on who wins the strange artifact, either Character One or Character Two are granted two wishes.
The Narrative OC MEME 2I. Choose up to five (5) of your favorite original story characters that will embark in this role-play. If you don't have five (5) then leave them blank (or create a character on the spot!) Be sure to give a little description of them:The Narrative OC MEME 25 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
II. Asleep, Character Two or Character Four are dreaming of their most pleasant childhood memory. What is it about?
III. However, Character Five continues to toss and turn, haunted by their childhood nightmare! What scared them as a child?
IV. Character Two finds a diary with Character Four name on it. They eagerly read a random page to themselves. What does the entry say?
V. Character Three is severely poisoned and is slowly dying. Explain how it happened and if they survive.
VI. A gang of bullies are picking on Character Four. Character Two or Character Five come to their aid but they both get beat up. Why is that?
VII. A character of your choice is just learning how
OpticDogsOptic Dog InformationOpticDogs8 months ago in Profiles More Like This
Sientific name: Canis Oculus
Life Span: (Unknown)
Optic Dogs (Canis Oculus) are a species of dog like creatures to who's' origins are unknown as well as their life spans given that no dead specimens have ever been discovered. The sound of the Optic Dog is like that of a Tasmanian devil when angered, a hyena when communicating with member of the same species though not of the same pack and a raven as a location call when lost or looking for partners. An Optic Dog's diet is also unknown given that no specimens have ever been observed consuming any flesh that they kill and appear to only kill for the pure pleasure of it. The anatomy of an Optic Dog is also unknown and it is thought that these creature's bodies are mainly made up of vein like structures as well as a total of 10 eye like struc
AffairHon, can I talk with you a moment? she had asked.Affair6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I nodded in agreement. It didnt seem like anything was wrong. I knew she loved me. I knew she would do anything for me.
I remember hearing that word. She didnt say it, did she? She couldnt have. She loved me. She wouldnt betray my trust like that. Not after twenty years of marriage.
Then there were the tears. Were they from me? Were they from her? Or maybe from the both of us. She betrayed me. But she couldnt do that to me. She loved me.
Sheran into the bedroom shortly after she stopped speaking, but I wasnt sure why. I heard the suitcase being dragged out from the closet. I saw her clothes being tossed around. But she wouldnt leave me. Not after so many years. Were we supposed to go on a trip somewhere? No, nothing like that. Why was she packing?
I dont remember the conversation we had. All I remember was our love. We loved each other. The word affair
Kivana Vs. LarzOn the desert planet of Vort, a battle raged between Irkens and Vortians. In a heavily defended bunker, Elite Lieutenant-Captain LARZ stood observing the battle, being careful of where he stood however, lest a sniper take him out. A small Irken message drone fluttered up to his antenna, and whispered, My lord, Elite Squadron 34 has requested assistance on front A. Larz knew what was coming next; he would have to go out there with his squad and hold a line of fire until Squad 34 was able to retreat. He nodded slowly, his antenna rings clacking together. Tell them help is on the way. He rasped.Kivana Vs. Larz7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Vox hit the ground with a pained 'oomph' as the strange hybrid rebel placed a strong clawed foot to his throat, pressing down slightly to pin him in place. He looked up at her and saw the anger burning in her red eyes. She aimed her weapon at his face, pressing down harder on his throat. Vox gasped for breath and spotted his R-90 on the ground to his right, j
EgoEgo9 years ago in Open More Like This
I'm not the guy
who plays electric guitar
and makes girls vibrate
with a plucked g-string
(I play 3rd clarinet in band, the 1st clarinetist plays pokemon at lunchtime)
I'm not the guy
who kicks a goal
after evading the defender
before his gf kisses him
(I play defense, never score)
I'm not the guy
who has to choose between
and goes to all of them.
(Last saturday, the highlight was dressing up my dog)
I'm not the guy
you wait for if
he is kept inside
you cant be anything without him.
(The teacher stops me, to talk, and my companions seem to accelerate.)
I'm the guy ,
reading between lessons
and you might think
that my life is boring
I'm the guy,
who cried on christmas
because his stocking showed
that no one knew him
I'm the guy,
who eats raw cauliflower
because there were no apples
I'm the guy,
who after she said no,
had it pointed out
"Notice how I didn't hesitate?"
I'm the guy,
who has nothing to eat
at the pizza lunch.
they never think
about the vegetarian
I'm the g
Ballad of the Love Lost GeekMy heart burns for you, my darlingBallad of the Love Lost Geek9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
At 52x speed.
My heart burns for you, my lost love
The Dvd has a 2.8 gigabyte capacity.
When we were together, it was bliss
Just like playing Battlefield2 with surround sound.
But then you sniped me from where you hid
And there was no medic nearby
My heart was fragged.
You had hidden your true self from me,
'twas as if you had built a Gap generator, playing as the Allies in Red Alert.
I wondered then, and still do: was it worth using the spy plane?
It was like in the first level of half life,
I didn't know what to do
I didn't even have a crowbar to defend myself.
And metaphorical headcrabs made zombies of us.
It was like playing diablo 2 on hell difficulty,
And being slayed in the cow level,
And not being able to get your body back,
and then having all of your party members declare hostilities.
But with you, my love
I could not save and exit.
You made me feel like nothing
And you did all that you could, to hurt me
Like playing a network of age of empi
Fu-ktard.Fu-ktard.9 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
His perfect eyes
were enough for you
(and 16 others)
love his body, his hair,
his manly monosyllables
so, because you
It was only natural
that you should
it was only natural that
he was the first you kissed
the first you wanted.
the one who had you.
never mind the guy
who loved you with braces
with pimples, with blackheads
since year 5.
who was 'alright'
who was 'a good friend'
who wasn't 'hot'
who wasn't 'the one'.
who didn't boast
of your nipples in his mouth.
like someone else did.
but hey, his blog
didn't have that many viewers.
and when you cried,
it was only natural
that he wouldn't fucking care.
that he wouldn't fucking be there.
even though he once loved fucking.
it was only bloody natural
and you knew all along
who he was.
what he would do.
except you needed it so much to feel good
needed his movie star looks
(could have done without his movie star acting)
there's a lesson here girl
and learn it true:
you can't love someone's b
UniformUniform9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Standardized / Homogenous / Unvarying.
A distinctive outfit, intended to identify those who wear it as members of a specific group.
and clad such they converge on hallowed halls of conformity-
told the same as the year that sat before them:
speeches on the merits of creativity,
yet woe upon the one with red socks.
Lines of two, walked in step
Lines of two, walk in step
Lines of two, would ever walk in step.
Sitting; upon her ankle the sanguine blasphemy.
while the others write mindlessly,
doodles abound on the insides of book covers,
a smile penned on the crook of her elbow,
singing softly to the silence.
It was not to be-
Not to be had, They tell her-
true beauty in assimilation,
You are having difficulty, They tell her-
you are failing to keep up,
Youre getting a tutor, new books, They tell her-
and take off those foolish socks,
They all say.
Smug with knowledge of how best it is done,
The path is set before her:
In lines o
The Secret AdmirerThe Secret AdmirerThe Secret Admirer4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Her eyes were becoming blurry from reading and re-reading the same sentence in the tome laid out before her. Raising her gaze for a moment, to hopefully refocus her attention, she was drawn to the fact that the shadows throughout the room were much darker now, and that where there had been sunlight shining through the window, it was now filled with the light of a crescent moon, and a spattering of stars surrounding it. Niarah sighed and lay her head in her hands, feeling tears pricking at the back of her eyelids.
"Everyone's forgotten my birthday, even Jowan," she whispers to herself, her shoulders slumping at that depressing thought. Standing a bit stiffly, her muscles protesting after being in the same position for so long, she gathered the tomes she had been studying and carefully replaced them on the shelves within the library. Shuffling quietly back to the apprentices' dorm, she hugs herself tightly and s
The Bird"Found a bird in delta." I say.The Bird8 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
John doesn't stir, so I repeat.
"Said a bird flew in. Little scrawny thing, but it got in."
"What I thought. But it did."
I can hear John stretch out in the bunk above me, the ancient springs groaning as his body and muscles shift across them.
"Where's the leak?"
"Sally's looking. Be in delta though - can't of got through a bulkhead."
"Better not be delta two."
I nod, because neither of us want it in delta two.
"What sort of bird?"
"Little scrawny bastard, don't know. Could look him up."
John swings himself off the top bunk, and sits down on the end of my bed to do his boots up.
"Nah. Still loose?"
"Hope he gets out."
And then we laugh, because it's just such a normal thing to think, because birds should be out, shouldn't they?
RottingI feel it deep inside, rotting. Pieces shrivel and fall away--my body--corroding to dust. The pain ripped my soul in the beginning. Now, it just tickles. My stomach twists and turns as it decays; my heart aches as it erodes.Rotting8 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I swallow the pills--2, 3, 10 times the dosage. My lungs bubble like a child blowing air through their milk [like you learned to last spring]. It gets harder to breathe as they dissolve, harder to think as my brain crumbles. Harder to live as your memories disintegrate.
I feel myself rotting; dying.
So, I laugh.
Lupus Dromeconis FactsheetLupus Dromeconis Factsheet3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Breedable Male -> Bull
Gelded Male -> Drone
Female -> Lupa
Child -> Calf
Droms at first glance are easily mistaken for camels, as they bear a strong resemblance to their dromedary counterparts. However closer inspection will reveal that droms have longer, fuller, bushy tails, horns, elongated mouths, and sharp front teeth perfect for tearing meats.
Drom eyes can come in black, brown, gold and orange, however they always have a filmy blue colour over the top that makes their eyes look hazely or mixed. This blue tint is actually a second lens that helps the droms see clearly at night - it also protects the eyes from things like flying sand, blizzards and heavy rain.
The droms come in wolf-coat colours; browns, greys, whites and blacks are all found in the dromeconis, and mixed pelts are very common.
Male droms carry an additional tinting and speckling of 1 or 2 unnatural colours on their coats. These patc
space monkeysI wrote a poem on the back of a receipt while I was working at my part-time job.space monkeys7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The words drooled out of my pen and all over the paper.
It had to do with a daisy on acid.
Ive never been a daisy on acid, but I tried to do the poor mute justice.
It would make for a good read.
I went home straight after work.
My uniform literally smelled like shit.
I stripped down to my red and white striped boxers.
The putrid clothing went into the washer.
All sorts of bubbles and warm water I wish I was treated as well as my clothing.
I didnt have time for a shower this evening.
I got dressed and left my apartment before the washer had finished its cycle.
This seemed like an insignificant detail and in all honesty, the fact didnt even cross my mind as I walked out the door.
However, this action was as deadly as a housewife leaving the oven on.
Full blast. Roasting.
I returned to the inhospitable apartment at 1:42 AM.
I expected no surprises.
Really, why would I?
Nex-Kel Diary Entry 1Nex-Kel Diary Entry 15 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I guess I got ready for bed a little early tonight, oh well, more time to reflect right?
Today was such an amazing day! That is, as far as work goes anyway. We were finally able to get the cooling system on the prototype FA-23 plasma rifle working just like we wanted it to. Gee, it's hard to think about how long we've been tinkering on just the cooling system alone! I still remember that close call in the lab a while back when Ms. Owen almost burned herself when the thing overheated! I'm glad no one got hurt, plasma burns can be pretty nasty..
It's been about 5 q-intervals I think since Ms. Owen started "showing." Her belly has gotten so big, it actually amazes me a little.. I've never seen anyone pregnant before, not even another Vortian! I actually asked her one time if it hurt or anything, she said it didn't but that she does feel sick some of the time.. that I've already seen first hand.. But I do think she looks awfully cute with that big ol' belly of
The QuiltIt began with the dreams. Minute, stabbing dreams that hit me in the back of the neck like torpedoes, shattering my rest only minutes after I had passed into sleep, leaving me shell-shocked and frightened in the seeping darkness and crowded shadows.The Quilt8 years ago in Horror More Like This
I say dreams - and not nightmares because they were not uniformly horrific. Not, at least, in content. But they all shared one thing: they were physical in nature received not just by my minds eyes and ears, but by my whole body. And one other thing: never in any case was I transported, as is usual, to some far-off dreamscape nor even to any reconstructed scene of my everyday life. Only in the confines of the four walls of my bedroom would they play out.
The first that I can remember saw me lying in bed with my face to the wall, as is my habit. I could not see anything because I was asleep, but somehow, I still had an awareness of the room around me. To the extent that rather than being cocooned in the warmth of s
Theoretical Dog GeneticsWhen I was a kid I can remember being confused by the logic of dog genetics presented in cartoons. When two different looking dogs had puppies, the boy puppies looked like the dad and the girl puppies looked like the mom. I can only guess that this lack of originality was an attempt to cash in on the new character's resemblance to an older character that had already won people over, but where's the fun in that? Being the animal nerd that I am, I resolved to give myself a way to design a realistic guide to prevent such blandness.Theoretical Dog Genetics4 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
How to use
Much of this has not yet been proven in studies with real dogs, so if you want to learn more about a real dog it is useful to research the specific breed or likely breeds that are in the dog's background.
Each locus is a spot which can hold two possible alleles out of any number present in the whole species. All together the alleles (genotype) give you the final appearance (phenotype). To decide the appearance of offspring of two characters, g
Injustice Guest Fighter: Dr. ClefName: Dr. ClefInjustice Guest Fighter: Dr. Clef2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Eyes: One green, the other blue
Debut: SCP Foundation (2007)
Voice: Jeff Pilson
He wears a lab coat and a straw hat.
Dr. Alto Clef is an enigmatic head of a special organization called the SCP Foundation. The SCP (Special, Contain, Protect) Foundation specialize in capturing the paranormal and keeping the balance of mankind safe, even if it means going to questionable measures.
*Whatever powers he claims to have.
*Intro: Dr. Clef arrives from a portal that apparently leads to the SCP facility. He loads up his shotgun and puts it away before fighting.
*Outro: Dr. Clef gets out a communicator and calls on SCP security guards to arrive at where he fought his opponent. Clef says, "This is Dr. Clef calling in. Send in security personnel on the sight.", then he leaves. SCP security guards show up and the
Forever SinkingForever Sinking9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
That's how I feel
It's all to real
How I feel
It's a never ending escape
Tell you now
I'll never know
How you feel
It never showed
Though I'm cursed
With the same
You know nothing of the pain
The endless blue
It stretches on
It's always true
And yet I'm faulted
For the feeling
Lonleyness lives within me
I still wish
To tell you now
But it's too late
For me to skowl
Please forgive me
For this reeling
But now I'm here, Forever Sinking
Things I Didn't Know I Had To Know.So maybeThings I Didn't Know I Had To Know.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I hate him when he drinks
but love the way his hands forget to worry.
Your thoughts move slower
when you slog through an alcohol sewer:
across the back
of your loosened fingers.
Even eating fists
you cannot help but speak.
And then your hands liberate themselves from parade rest.
They snake around my shoulders,
trace the boundaries of my figure;
you cannot keep your mouth
from my mouth.
And I let you.
With your tongue tracing the outline of newly parted lips,
I can taste the hops and barley.
They are bitter.
I am bitter.
Somehow, it fits.
In a Bar Around SaturnIn a Bar Around Saturn11 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
Ho there, astronaut. I hope you don't mind me saying it, but you're the prettiest thing in a Fleet uniform I've seen this side of the belt.
Wait girl, don't run away like that! I don't mean you no harm. With all the radiation I've taken in my day, well, lets just say that isn't what I'm interested in. Sit back down, let me buy you a drink by way of apology. Barbot, a Reactor Fluid for me and - yes? One for the lady, too. That's good, girl, even with all the drugs around today, real astronauts always drink pure, natural, liver-killing alcohol. So it ever was, and so may it ever be. Amen!
You want to hear war stories, do you? Yeah, you read that ribbon right, I did fight in the Trojan War. But I've told those stories a hundred times, and the more I tell them the less you kids enjoy hearing them. Once upon a time they were full of glory and adventure - jacking in and manually flying a missile after an EMP took its brain out! Marines, l