With Blackbirds Following MeThey say that it's the soldiers who spill and see the most blood. I would have to openly disagree. While they're the ones who carry the guns and protect and defend our homeland, did they ever stop to see we're the ones striving to save it? They moan of their friends lost in battles they fought side by side, but they can never understand pains I've known. Emotionless, perhaps I amperhaps I need to be. But insideWith Blackbirds Following Me4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Never shall they know the pain of losing a friend as I do. The pain of knowing you were the only one who had a chance to save him. And you couldn't
I glanced over my shoulder at the sound of his voice, the other young medic quickly entering our tent. He wasn't like the other soldiers around here, stiff and serious. Instead, he was carefree and wielded a smile on his face. Though happy to see him, I continue to frown, simply nodding my head to him.
He was a newly transferred boy to the front, and he had taken
How to Care for Your OttoHow to Care for Your Otto10 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Your New Pet and You Presents: Caring for Your Otto
Congratulations! You have just become the proud owner of your new pet Otto! This guide is specially written with easy, step by step instructions to allow for the best nutritional and habitual care possible for your pet, and allows for a wonderful relationship to grow between you and your new family member! By now you have brought your new pet home, and it is time to get started caring for him!
1. Let your Otto become familiar with his new home!
When you first bring your Otto home, he will most likely be curious about his surroundings. After all, this is an entirely new environment for him! Do not be angry or disturbed if he 'marks' anything in your home as 'his', there will be a time for reprimands later; for now let him explore. By being patient and calm, you can allow for the best conditions for Otto to become acquainted with your home. Let him wander through each room, ignoring the fact that he's looking throug
Murders at WhitechapelIt was when the papers spoke of a second victim that Lawrence Caldwell decided to get on the case. It had been only about a week since the last attack by the Whitechapel Murderer, and the district papers couldn't stop talking about it. Amongst the graphic details of how Miss Chapman was brutally murdered were more assumptions of who the mysterious killer could be. Perhaps an Irish immigrant? Jew? "Pervert"? All were simply more targets of minorities to feed the imagination of gossip around Whitechapel. At least, that's how Lawrence saw it.Murders at Whitechapel3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Adjusting the brim of his hat, Lawrence tucked the paper under his arm before heading down Wentworth Street. From the alleyways and corners, he could hear hushed whispers of the locals; women of their safety and men of the discovery of the killer so he too could be put to death. Lawrence rounded a corner into the street seller's section of townthe area inhabited mostly by Irish immigrants. His eyes skimmed up and down the vendors, hastily catch
Too Gay?I've been seeing quite a few people condemning gay folks for being "too open", trying to shove gayness in peoples' faces, and making gayness their defining characteristic. I can't speak for all gay people, but I have just a few things to say about this.Too Gay?2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
First, how can someone be too open or too forward about who they are? After all, being gay is nothing to be ashamed of. Our society has moved past that archaic idea. Thus, there is no reason should we feel we have to be careful and discreet about how much we reveal about our sexuality. I don't introduce myself with "hi, I'm Anna and I'm gay," but when conversations on relationships, politics, gay rights, or my significant other come up, I'm not shy about saying that I am a lesbian. If that offends you, the fault is yours, not mine.
Secondly, many people misinterpret normal behaviors as being innately gay. I've known straight men that have many stereotypically gay mannerisms and many straight wom
Until I Smile At YouCold. That's all I felt surrounding me on the floor of the camp barracks. A cold so chilling there was a moment I swore I felt nothing at all. This is what dying must be fading into nothing. I closed my eyes, oblivious to the world. I coughed once, the feeling stinging my raw throat as I curled up. Nothing, I thought again, staring into the blackness behind closed eyes. That's all there'll be nothing.Until I Smile At You4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
But there was something. Rising up from beside me, I heard a gentle humming, a song that once was familiar. Memories stirred within my head, and upon the blackness that shrouded my vision, light began to swirl. I heard laugher ringing out through the fields and saw her face. Her smiling, happy face. It was before the madness and the violence, before the blood and before the tears. And it was before the stars stitched to not only the fabric, but to our very flesh, marking us forever. If only I could see her smile again, make her smile that was all I n
Kroshka Moia, Chapter OneChapter OneKroshka Moia, Chapter One4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Mutti's hands are cold, Ansel. Help me warm them up "
An explosion of shouts erupted from outside, sending torrents of cries that murdered the silence that once ruled before. The young Schütze's eyes snapped open and he sluggishly rolled to his side, finding himself back in the tent. At first, his surroundings were nothing more than splotched colors swaying back and forth. He carefully sat up, a hand hovering an inch over his eyes. The words grew louder; one of the voices sounded familiar. Sitting still, he felt around for anything to help him stand. His fingers brushed against the rough wool of his blanket, the biting cold of the ground, and finally the smooth yet icy texture of his rifle barrel. He shivered at the touch; what he wouldn't give to get his gloves back. Firmly placing the butt of the rifle on the ground, he gave a mighty heave to his feet. His movement was too fast for his body's liking and he stumbled backwards and out of the t
Gunners, Chapter OneApril 11, 103 PNGunners, Chapter One5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
One day, you will find your own Wonderland."
My father often told tales of an epidemic called the 'Red Scare' and how it tore through the land, turning friends into targets, and bringing forth a new terror to the world. Countries that were once allies in the old war now had each other in their cross hairs. Spies had infiltrated the enemy's land, gathering information for their side. My father, with a flash of disappointment in his tone, told us of how the war soon turned to a standstill, and how no lives were lost, until a single press of a button unleashed Lucifer from Hell. In an instant, children who were walking home from school, mothers who were cleaning house and preparing a roast, and men who were puffing cigars while laughing their cares away managed but a confused glance to the white flash. There were those who were dubbed lunatics by their friends who had registered their loved ones to shelters deep in the earth.
To the crazy prophets, the world ended on Octo
VinegarVinegarVinegar3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Suddenly there was a nip and bite of pain at his hand.
He grit his teeth as the blood pounded in his ears and he dropped his blue eyes to his glove. Cut clean through, the worn thin fabric caught on the chicken wire of the trench wall. Dürr had tried to move down the line, as though relocating himself might make the biting cold of the early morning go away. The only good thing about the cold was that the mud did not run like sopping water and had begun to freeze allowing for some solid ground to stand on. Weeks of rain that made the trenches flood and living unbearable, now, thank the Lord, the water was slowly draining away.
Dürr sniffed against the winter and carefully used his other hand to peel back the ragged edge of the glove which was starting to turn red. The open wound cut clean across the palm of his hand. Would this become infected? Had he just condemned himself
Gunners, Chapter ThreeApril 29, 103 PNGunners, Chapter Three5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I hated traveling through the wastes at night.
The sound of my motorbike echoed through the eerie silence of the land, my flickering headlight offering little help of showing the path before me. I did my best to stray from the roads; they were a deathtrap for motorists, especially if one was traveling via highway overpass. People have done what they could to repair the roads, but it was mostly a waste of time.
It didn't matter to me; I hated heights. Anything higher than two stories found me huddling in a corner from fear and nausea, and my home in New York was no different. A few months after my father took in a young boy named Jacob, my biological brother, Harper, took he and I up to the roof of our building. My father found me clutching the crumbled chimney near a pile of that morning's breakfast. I can still remember the terrified look on Jacob's face; he thought he was the one responsible.
Jacob came into our family about three years ago, right after I graduated t
WeakIt started with the familiar tugging within the chest area. A black cloud began to loom over my body, sucking out the sunshine and making my smile fade slowly. I don't truly have a plausible reason as to why my body suddenly acts in this manner. It's sudden, harsh and unforgiving.Weak4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I feel as if all strength has left my body. Emotionally and physically, I feel weak. More often than once I've succumbed to tears, not really understanding why. I feel that whenever I try to focus on happier memories, they're overshadowed by the darker and sadder memories I've picked up through my life.
This motion never really lasts very long, only a day at least. But when it comes, it's random, and I never expect it. Often I'm telling the people I care about that I'm fine, and I give them a smile, but inside, it's almost as if a crushing emptiness is threatening to overwhelm me.
Is this just ordinary 'blues'? Maybe. I'm no expert in emotional behaviour, but I know I often feel worthless at these points. I j
The Last Time I Saw ParisThe Last Time I Saw ParisThe Last Time I Saw Paris3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The sounds of gunfire and falling shells had started to fade for the evening, but the line of wounded coming in and going out, either patched as best as they could be or dead, seemed almost endless. The doctor was tired. He rubbed his eyes with the back of his wrist so as not to smear blood across his face and tried to recall the last time he had gotten more then a few forced hours of sleep. He had lost his watch a week ago anyway. It was cold in Russia. He did not like sleeping in the cold; for fear he would not awake in the morning.
One invalid out, another coming in. The two stretcher-bearers brought the wounded man suspended between them over to the doctor.
"Friedrichs..." the doctor barked to the head stretcher-bearer, "put him down, hurry."
The doctor stood poised and waiting as he took up the instrument of his orchestra, a battered pair of tiny forceps. His dark eyes wer
Pokemon: PLEASE HELPPlease help.Pokemon: PLEASE HELP4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I don't have much time left to explain why I need help so I'll type this as quick as I can.
It all started a few weeks ago. Luxray and I were just out on a walk when some pale cloaked guy oh god its knocking again just blocked our path. He pulled out one of his Pokeballs and just said "Battle". Being the ignorant fool I was, of course I accepted. He only nodded in reply. He started out with A Duskull. One crunch from Luxray managed to take it down. The next thing he sent out was a Gastly. "A ghost type trainer, eh? Well, I've delt with plenty of you in the past." Another Crunch From Luxray ended it. Instead of being worried, he only smirked. I thought it was strange at the time, but now I see why he was so smug.
His last pokemon was a Desukan. I didn't know it at the time, but it's haunting glare would be forever burned into my memory.
It took more than one crunch to take it down, but the trainer never ordered it to attack, or to even to defend itself. He just stood
Skull Preservation TutorialSkull Preservation Tutorial5 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
I've been asked multiple times how I go about cleaning and preserving the skulls that I find so I've decided to put together a sort of FAQ/how-to regarding this subject. Please keep in mind that there is more than one "right" way to achieve things in the realm of taxidermy. This is just the way I do my skulls/bones.
You will need:
Plastic bag for picking up your treasure
A good sized flower pot
An ant hill (if possible)
Disposable plastic gloves
Nice sized metal pot kept solely for boiling skulls/bones
Plastic container for soaking the skull/bones in
Hydrogen peroxide 3%-7%
Small pokey thing for helping remove brain bits and other yuck
Super glue, tacky glue, or Elmer's glue for putting the teeth back in
Hokay. While out hiking, I've come across many different skulls/bones of animals in various stages of decomposition. The best ones are when nature has already done most of the work for you and it's already pretty clean. One of the drawbacks of finding them like this tho
Light.Light.Light.3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Georg von Falkenrath
I realized many things about myself as I spent those seemingly endless hours in that 2 foot by 2 foot box. The air was stifling in there and my body threatened, at any moment, to spiral down into chaos. I would panic. Despite the feeling of burning bile running up into my throat from pain, hunger, embarrassment, fear and humiliation, I pressed my palms against the temples of my head and held them there in an iron grasp. It felt as though I was trying to squeeze out the throbbing which thundered around my head. It hurt, my emaciated frame clattered together as I shook with cold. My eyes started to sting, the tears swimming up drove themselves into the black and blue bruising.
My teeth chattered together, the fear blossomed further, deep seated within my bosom, that I would never see the light of day again. I wiped at my eyes furiously. They had been tearing up a lot mor
Life is changed, rearranged.The sweltering heat recalls a time to me so dearly as I gaze upward to the heavens, searching for something. The song Remember When comes to play inside my head as I feel tears falling down my face, thinking about you. You're gone from my side, leaving a cold and harsh void where we should be holding each other, recalling the good times. No matter what anyone says to me, whether it be to tell me it'll be all right or that I need to move on, can fill that void.Life is changed, rearranged.7 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
How can I? How. . .the pitter patters of rain falling on the metal outbuilding, the rushing little feet, hearing the voices that they belonged to. God. I miss you. More than what you really know or what I must know. No longer can I feel your supporting hands, pulling me back up. No longer can I come to you with my darkest times and tell you what I feel. I can't even hold you or you hold me. It is my curse that I shall for all time and only to have you in memories alone. What cruel fate.
I wish I could have saved you the fi
Gunners, Chapter TwoApril 27, 103 PNGunners, Chapter Two5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
With my eyes peeled to the cracked tile floors, I grudgingly stepped towards a dim room, catching the rhythmic scratching of pen across paper. My heart fell to the bottom of my feet; the vulture was roosting in his nest, waiting to snap at the simplest sign of life passing his doorway. I stopped at the last second, scowling at the rusted nameplate nailed to the wall. Lawrence Fergus McDougal, Chief of Medicine – scribbled beneath, someone wrote 'King of the Grumps', and I couldn't help but grin at the truthful statement. Other names, such as 'British Bore', 'Stubby', and the classic 'Tommy Redcoat' were splashed over with paint or crossed out, but that did little to discourage the anonymous vandals. Gently, I pulled my duster closer to my body and turned.
“Running like a frightened mouse won't do much good for your shoulder, miss Edahsra.”
I shuddered at the scratchy, droll tone sifting down the hallway and pulling at my ears. Dammit, I was so close..
Candy and I - FadingShe had been feeling it for a while to be perfectly frank. That feeling of unease, of uncertainty. She had tried dismissing it as simple paranoia, but she was trying to fool herself. Something terrible was happening. She just didn't know what.Candy and I - Fading3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Candy heaved a small sigh and ran her fingers through her messy blonde hair, wishing she could do something to shake the feeling of dread and despair which had washed over her. The rush of emotion she was currently feeling baffled her somewhat But why? It baffled her because she was SCARED and she didn't know why.
Slowly, tiredly, Candy lowered her hands to her lap and did a sudden double-take, her amethyst eyes widening in slight shock as she stared at her limbs. Shaking slightly, she raised her hands to her eye-level, and realized with a sudden sickening feeling, that she wasn't actually going insane. Her hands were see-through. She was fading. Forcing herself to stay calm, Candy stared blankly at her fading hands and briefly contemplated
The Greatest Fic Ever Part 2When we last left off, our fair, beautiful and sassy heroine was slowly dying of un-attention.The Greatest Fic Ever Part 25 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A sociopathic murderer was busy eating his daily brains when a strange and mysterious girl went up to him.
"Soylar, hey Soylar," said she. "It is I, that long ago forgotten childhood friend that also had a troubled life and a dead mother. I also fantasize about blood and eating people and had issues at school and we were married in a past life but some Japanese otaku nerd screwed up the time continuum and now you can't remember-"
"Your brains, I shall eat them," said Soylar most wickedly as he attempted to saw open the top of her head with his middle finger. "Your sue powers will be most delici-oh dear GOD. It tastes like someone put plastic covered glittering shit in my mouth. I've eaten over 50 people and none of them are even vaguely resemble this festering camel vomit. Away with you!"
Soylar then flung her away where she then magically landed in space.
Stranger Than You Dreamt ItStranger Than You Dreamt ItStranger Than You Dreamt It3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I have not had a face for almost five years.
Where there is now a hole used to be a nose and cheek, bones cracked and unrepaired across my forehead. I used to look like a normal man; I was not born this way. I was serving in Russia when this happened. Only a year had gone by since I volunteered when an unpredicted bombardment happened. I was just trying to do my work as a doctor when suddenly the sky was alive with rockets. They had been using the Katyusha's again, though I don't know why. Most of our tanks had moved out only a few hours before. I do believe that was what they were really aiming for and not for any of us. I do not think that they knew that our tent was a hospital and not a command center and if they did: God forgive them that they should not be punished harshly for it. Maybe they were indifferent to whoever was at the chosen posi
Six Feet Deep: Chapter 1Six Feet Deep: Chapter 12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Six Feet Deep: Chapter 1
"What exactly is going on here?" Lieutenant Alik Laryn asked, raking a hand through messy black hair as he tried in vain to affix it back into place. The dark-wood desk he now sat at had once belonged to a Czech priest, who had long since fled the town as the war had swept through the country. The abandoned rectory have been commandeered by the American army and set up as administration buildings. The slit window with the stained glass behind it let in the early morning light. Laryn had not slept well; his normally hollow, olive-skinned face was looking more sallow this morning.
Sergeant Blake slid the file across the desk to him. "One of them managed to attempt suicide last night."
Up until that point it had been a very slow morning at the hospital for the lieutenant, as slow as one could get for a field hospital. Even though the front had moved far beyond the town at this point, the church area still tended to the wounded soldiers that came this
Alvin's Birthday Present"Anything you can do, I can do better!"Alvin's Birthday Present3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Six year old Tim Reville puffed out his chest proudly, ignoring the glare of the blonde girl before him. Her arms were crossed over her chest, and she was tapping her foot, an annoyed twitch in her eye.
"Oh really?" Candy asked, walking over and poking him in the chest with a single finger, her eyes narrowed. Tim let out a noise similar to that of a deflating balloon, and rubbed his chest with a wince, but nodded firmly.
"It's true! I can do everything better than YOU! I'm faster, cooler, stronger and just better than you!"
Candy took a deep calming breath and put her hands on her hips, a small pout making its way onto her face as she stared at her friend slash rival.
"And what makes you say that?" she asked, watching him closely. He seemed surprised by this question, having though it was obvious and shrugged as he answered.
"Because you're a girl!"
Before he knew what was happening, Tim was wrestled into the ground by his female frien
Kroshka Moia, Chapter SixChapter SixKroshka Moia, Chapter Six4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Meine had soon discovered the battle had only lasted a little over an hour; the sun still stood high in the sky, overseeing the wreckage of the fight. It was just past 1700 hours, but the battle itself seemed to stretch into eternity. Near the church, the soldiers carried the countless wounded to buildings that weren't marred by gunfire or shrapnel. To everyone's dismay, the ambulances had yet to arrive as the numbers of wounded rose through the roof. The less fortunate lay in a crooked row along the street, their faces covered either by a helmet or a simple cloth, their dog tags resting upon their chests. Chaplain Ritter, bible in hand, stammered out prayers to the dead, begging to God to forgive their sins. Inside the church, Smoke and Martin were occupied with their own tasks: writing to the families of those who had fallen.
Silent, Meine and Max rummaged through the salvage of the town, tossing crushed bricks into one pile and support beams and broken walls into another
Friends and EnemiesBlessed be the Dark, that hides us and nourishes us.Friends and Enemies8 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
This was written on the wall, where I fed a few moments ago. I smile, my canines showing. I sit on the edge of the building, my head pounding, my heart beating against my chest, my bones re-setting themselves with audible cracks. It is the strength of the Ther, moving through my veins. I can feel it, under my skin, the flickering flame, ready to devour, to take, to hold on to nothing, and to take everything. Some call it hunger, and rejoice, while I call it evil, and I shrink from it. I know what it means to see as I see, and to feel the Ther in me, trying to escape to the surface. Whoever wrote this did not know Ther hunger, or the rage of which it is capable. They were nothing but a bunch of Goths, who had no true understanding of what Ther is like.
I am worse than the Hunters. They can hold on to their humanity, because they are not truly beasts. Their instincts are alien, and do not meld well with the human mind. Thus, they stay