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..
Born this GayIt doesn't matter if you're gay or believe in H-I-M (to the M, to the M, to the M)Born this Gay4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Just express yourself, 'cause God still loves you, baby.
Some Christians told me when I was young, that gays are not meant to be
In Sunday school in the Bible they said first came Adam a-and Eve
But there's nothing wrong with being gay because I know He loves me anyways
Christians argue that it's still a sin, but loving equals auto win...
We are proud to be gay and no we're not a mistake
He doesn't care and loves us a-anyways
What's with this long path of hate, just for not being straight?
He doesn't care and loves us a-anyways!
Seal your ignorance away. Is that all you've got to say?
Is that all you've got to say?
Seal your ignorance away. Is that all you've got to say?
He doesn't care, 'cause He loves us a-anyways.
We are queer and we are here.
We are queer and we are here.
We are queer and we are here.
Give yourself credit for being out,
Just be proud of who you are.
Listen to your thoughts an
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.
Pokemon: PLEASE HELPPlease help.Pokemon: PLEASE HELP5 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
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
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
Wanted Dead or Alive "Quit looking at me that way," a female voice said rather irritably A pair of chocolate eyes twinkled mischief, the body scooted closer. "I said, 'quit looking at me that way' and now. . .stop scooting near me," was the voice's next reply. "Oh, you don't mean that, mon cher, my precious little marionette," came the masculine voice to which the chocolate eyes belonged to. "Trelane, I do, now MOVE." The one that had been referred to as 'Trelane' scooted a few inches. "Come on, my love. Quit reading your little book on Dracula and his sucking dry the virgins of the world."Wanted Dead or Alive8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The book moved away from the female's face and the emerald eyes flashed a slight jealous pent up rage. "You keep that mouth of yours shut, if you know what's good for you. I'll have you know first hand that Paul Witcover is an amazing gentleman for writing this. It gives Bela Lugosi and Dwight Frye the respectful homage they deserve." Trelane raised an e
His Glory ResoundsThought I'd never write again, find my voice again, but here it is in glory:His Glory Resounds5 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
The real world pines for nothing more than a constant feed of mourning.
It leeches when you least want it to, embraces you with a pain worse than death.
Where is it then, a solitude and solace that none can seem to find in this day and age?
Can it ever be found in a book, song, words otherwise said or even by a wise mage?
Nay, ne'er to be seen by any of these unless one looked upward to the skies,
for someone, perhaps could hear the thoughts of millions, both truth and lies.
I know you hear me in my weaknesses and hold me more dearly than a father ought to,
because your heart has always remained faithful even when I know I haven't been true.
Thanks are never enough, but you accept them in any and all forms that I may speak,
You held me then and even now, in this hour, when I feel used and most weak.
You are adored by your creation, loved endlessly for you see me for what I am,
I am your altar for worship,
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
Corrupted FileCorrupted File5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
SAVED FILE TO: CRYSTAL ROM
CURRENT OPERATION SAVING STATUS IN 1, 2,
"Why did my computer have to die ? It had my Crystal ROM file on it! Those poor Pokémon "
I looked down at the battered laptop in my hands. I had just switched laptops again. It seemed as though I went through them quite quickly. After all, this was the 4th one I had owned.
As a Pokémon fan, and a lover of the older generation games, I had downloaded a Crystal GB ROM onto my first laptop. I had hours of fun playing on it- I always transferred the file when it was time to get a new laptop computer so that my adventures with my beloved digital Pokémon could continue. It had been transferred to 3 laptops before this happened.
"Stupid hacker! Why they have to send a virus to my computer, I mean, out
Gunners, Chapter FiveMay 1, 103 PNGunners, Chapter Five5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I rested on the floor that night, listening to his deliberate snoring drowning my ears. He was curled up on the couch, his back turned to me. I groaned and rolled to my side. Back on the base, I would have no trouble falling asleep; the endless noise of construction, late-night gunfire, and the stray animals had that touch to put me down for a good few hours. Of course, that was on the base, where I knew I'd be safe. I tossed back and forth in annoyance, hands gripping the imaginary pillow. It wasn't the snoring that got to me, it was the silence.
In the wastes, silence meant death. A man could walk through a hail of gunfire and come out virtually unscathed, but would then find himself dead when all he heard was nothing. Even my father had his moments when everything turned quiet. I had no idea how I was able to remain so calm; the nightmare still plagued my mind. Those clicking boots, that voice, his damned smile. I looked to my new acquaintance, a single question bounci
Bear those ills we have...Bear those ills we have...7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The screen flickered, the words urging difference, to a future not yet come,
I sit and I ponder of a time not yet passed.
Measures taken to ensure civility and honorable need not met,
They die in vain and with a heavy sigh, we are like they.
Discomfort and troubled trust clouds our perception of what we say and feel,
makes our future generations look on us in confusion, accidentally following.
We lead them into a darkness of hatred and mirthlessness,
damning body, soul and mind - we should be ashamed.
But are we? No. Our foolish pride is a wound that we do not wish to mend,
we fear what will betray us - we cannot decipher foe from friend.
Our hearts and minds only see that no one is to be trusted,
how foolish are we - children, mere infants we have become.
I speak from my mind and heart to our future, please hear me -
saluting will I to the findings and resolutions of peace will set you free.
The undiscovered country is to be had, but alas, I will not be a part,
it is for this reason,
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
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 - Fading4 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 meme of LONGING: MorrockThe meme of LONGING: Morrock5 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Name: Morrock Christopher Lell
Nickname: None except for insults like, 'moron'.
Meaning of name: None for first. Middle name means, "bearing Christ". Last name is just a modified version of "bell".
Origin of name: A pun on my (real life) initials.
Age: 1,913 (he's actually 'young' for his age )
Blood type: X doesn't have any specific blood type. (He has blood.. he just doesn't have a type.)
Race/Species: Alfitarian version of a vampire
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Current status (marital/dating): Single (use to be married)
Police/Criminal/Legal record: High
Socioeconomic level as a child: Prince
Socioeconomic level as an adult: King-to-be. Still a prince until he rebuilds his kingdom.
Birth date: October 14th
Birth place: Castle Lell's infirmary
Current residence: Castle Lell (even though most of it's destroyed)
Occupation: Um.. prince?
Hobbies/Pastimes: Sailing, sleeping
...that was more than loveHello again, my readers. It is so lovely to hear all of your kind words. It is very encouraging, even though I know there is still others who perceive me as evil, even, dare I say? A witch. It is simply no so, unless it is meant to mean that I bewitched James. Ah, yes. James. You thought you knew him well and now you see him (I hope) in a different light. Left you wanting more, I take it? Blame that on my mischievous nature, added with my dearest james. Yes, yes, I know I keep on repeating his name more often now. It cannot be helped, well, at least not by me. Here now -- shall we continue? Good. I thought you would never ask....that was more than love8 years ago in General More Like This
Now...where we were we? OH. Now I remember. . .
His hands were quick yet nimble as he continued to caress my neck with kisses up until I awoke with a sensation I had never experienced until that moment. His firm, calloused hand grasped firmly on my soft round flesh, causing a moan to utter off my lips. James continued to fondle even as I felt as though my spirit
Alvin's Birthday Present"Anything you can do, I can do better!"Alvin's Birthday Present4 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
How to Win an ArgumentEveryone gets into arguments at some point in their life. Electronic communication receptacles are no exception. If anything, one is more -likely- to find that it is easier to become embroiled in an online argument than anything else.How to Win an Argument5 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
1. CAP THAT If there's one sure-fire way to make a point stronger, it's typing in ALL CAPS. Considering that there are many instances when sound can't travel over the net, one must find the next best available way to be heard. This "next best" way is through "shouting," which just happens to be done online through typing in CAPS. Just like screaming, shouting, and general tantrum-throwing in real life, this method is a highly efficient method of making sure that your point gets across and makes you seem ten thousand times more valid and understandable. Additionally, it makes your argument come on more forcefully and shows the opposition you mean "serious fucking shit" with your side of things.
After all, loud noises work with dogs and small
DownfallDownfall9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And in this dark harvest of season
My life has completely lost reason,
For which or against to decide.
All lost in a savage and endless, bleak tide
In sadness and in kindness
In light and in darkness.
In a boat made of hope
I shall sail to tomorrow,
In a winding hurricane
Made of treachery and sorrow.
There's a spear, endless, and colossal spear...
Piercing, slashing though my head.
Starting somewhere in heaven,
Ending somewhere in hell.
Fighting, burning, crying, crashing.
Are the armies within.
In my head they are all thrashing.
On the heaven's and hell's whim.
To be light or to be darkness.
A perpetual array.
It's not merely my choice,
But the choice of the way.
It's an option of the voice,
It's a thin line of gray.
Is it a choice forced by fate,
Is it a pre-set time and date?
Or a choice to which I myself sway?
But here's our story anyway .
"Nothing that I do will matter.
As all things will merely shatter!"
All my hopes thus darkness scatter,
As it shoves me a decree.
As it si
Medders Thesis: pt 1 - I am the NarratorMedders Thesis: pt 1 - I am the Narrator3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
§ I am the Narrator §
I am a scalpel, once made of iron and shiny silver now drenched in grime from being swallowed by the earth for so long. My blade has long since dulled and chipped in places. I wear a dress of green as I am finally pulled to light after sitting in that blackness with no sense of time. I am breathing air once more, liberated from the pit of suffocating darkness that had encased me. No more am I choking on dirt and mud, no more am I frozen in a coffin of dried, hard, earth around me. When the light seared my gaze, it hurt. When I was pulled up, the heat fell on me like a smothering rug. I had forgotten about it after so long. I had forgotten so much after so long.
First, there was water in the darkness; I had plunged into the hungry gullet of a well as punishment for a deed I did through no fault of my own. Then the well grew deeper and finally ran dry, the mud becoming my tomb as I lost all sense of time. When I
Six Feet Deep: Chapter 1Six Feet Deep: Chapter 13 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
An artistAn artist3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Staring at a blank paper
Is an artist's worst nightmare.
The artist is the shaper,
Their thoughts somewhere up in the air.
They are searching for inspiration,
Sometimes they are even searching the skies.
It takes a lot of concentration,
But you can always see the passion burning in their eyes.
Being an artist does not always mean you're creative.
It just means that you want to create something,
And never want to give up.