Gunners, Chapter SixMay 2, 103 PNGunners, Chapter Six4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I'm not sure what awoke me first: the disgusting humidity in the room, or the horrible pain in my head. My mouth was taped, eyes covered by an itchy cloth. My hands and feet were tightly bound by a thin wire, digging painfully into my skin. My coat and boots were missing along with my gun belt; I could feel dried blood under my nose. I rolled to my side, the tips of my fingers the stone wall, my head rubbing against the lumpy mattress with little hopes of removing the blindfold.
The door opened, bringing in a chilly breeze. Two footfalls, a pause, then one more. I froze. There was a strike of the match, soon followed by the putrid smell of smoke. A chair scraped across the floor and bumped into the bed frame. Smoke was blown in my direction; I wanted to gag.
Fingers slithered up my arm and to my neck, grabbing my dog tags. "Edahsra, Alice L... Well, I'll be damned, you're Nicky's girl." The voice was male, older by at least twenty or so years.
"It's been a while since I s
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
Under The KnifeThey tell me that we are not meant to be, yet I choose not to believe,Under The Knife6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
they bring me sorry and misery, even tears to grieve.
Anna, I long for us to be together, but it may never come to be,
so let me, my darling, tell you of how you make me free:
I am told that we don't belong, that's where they're wrong.
For only you, Miss Lexington, will my heart yearn for long.
So spend eternity or at least here on Earth is my hope,
call it, yuppy, disastrous even perhaps I am a dope.
Then again, dearest lover, I am truly are not,
because, maybe just maybe, you're the soul mate I forgot.
Let them all perish, die away, pass away, fade away,
because I want to be your sunshine on a rainy day.
Though your weapons instill deepest fears to all,
I know you'll always come running when I call.
For there is no other beauty, so gentle and certainly fair,
because you're my sweet poison, Anne, and I ... I am your Eddie bear.
No . . . this is not me! I don't write these travesties!
I am not in love with
Corrupted FileCorrupted File4 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
Titanic's AnguishGo away. Make them go away.Titanic's Anguish7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I cry but do they listen. Do they feel my pain? Do they know what I know? Have they seen what I see?
They have taken everything from me, my life, my future, my freedom, my happiness. Must they rob from my grave?
What have I done to offend them? I had no choice in my actions. Did I ask for the iceberg to lay in wait in my path? Did I ask to speed into an ice field? Did I ask for so little lifeboats?
I did all I could. I did as I was asked to. I had no say in my actions. The humans choose for me.
I thought they had left me for dead when I sank. I thought they would have forgotten about me.
I was wrong.
They came back for me.
At first they respected me. They came only to learn what they could. They came and took nothing but visual records. They came and left.
The dark hearted ones came. They who followed the scent of money. They whose eyes glinted with greed. They came and took what they could from me. They saw me as nothing but a cash cow. They didn't care for
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
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
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
Save me from the dark, Lucy...No longer do I wish to see red when I am with you dear,Save me from the dark, Lucy...7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
if you knew really what I was, would it cause your heart fill with fear?
A dishonest man to you have I become,
know this my dearest Lucy, with each of us together, we really do belong.
My tools of instantaneous expiration are swiftly quick,
for with one stroke, blood will spill from the little nick.
Death and darkness plagues my very soul,
but I know with you, I surely must learn total control.
For if I were to butcher you as I did with those women of ill repute,
I'd mourn the life of a heavenly angel that I verily took.
I must tell you, Lucy, I really must say. . .
Well. . .maybe tomorrow or. . .another day.
Brony dictionary version 2Chapter 1: brony EnglishBrony dictionary version 24 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Chapter 2: fan terms
Chapter 3: shipping related terms
Chapter 4: general equestrian terms in reality (may not hold true in the show)
Chapter 5: general equestrian terms in the show
Chapter 6: pony abilities and tricks
Chapter 7: meme
Chapter 8: G1 to G3.5
Chapter 1: Brony English
1. Anypony = anyone
2. blank flank = a young pony without a cutie mark
3. cowpony = cowboy, cowgirl
4. Everypony = Everyone
5. featherbrain = a term for a pony that is forgetful
6. Fillies and gentlecolts = Ladies and gentlemen
7. Hay yeah! =Hell yeah!
8. Hayseed = 1. It's an expletive Trixie used when she talked to Applejack. 2. Hayseed is also the name of a pony.
9. hoof-biting = nail-biting
10. hoofmade = handmade
11. hoof-picked = hand-picked
12. hoof-shaking = hand-shaking
13. hoof-wrestling = arm wrestling
14. hooved-stitched = hand-stitched
15. Hooves = hands or feet
16. Horseapples = expletive
17. It's time to pony up = it's time to man up
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.
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
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,
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
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
For the Record: DianaSo she's pretty much my favourite britette out there and she's been through a lot and we all know the stories but what about them in Diana's perspective? We all get a chance to tell our own stories so I'm happy to introduce to every Diana!For the Record: Diana4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
*Diana walks on with that signature wide smile on her face* *In a one shouldered short and tight dress that's silk and navy blue with big white pearls around her neck and matching navy blue heels with a silk bow* *She giggles and waves at the crowd sitting down on the sofa beside me*
Di: Oh my gosh *blows a kiss to the audience and smiles back at me* haha, hiya
Me: hello to you to, big audience today for you
Di: *nods* though I'm kind of upset you didn't introduce me as Mrs.Carter because seriously I come to these things just to hear that these days *giggles* just lifts my spirits a bit
Me: I apologise Mrs Carter, welcome to the show! So I suppose since you're so eager we can talk about Andy
Di: Really? You're gonna set me off?
Me: Yes, I'
For IvyI was angry, hurtting, crushed and I was so very blind,For Ivy7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
couldn't find the solace that I know is in my heart and mind.
My wrathful nature wanted to find blame in something you had not done wrong,
I hurt myself deeper than what I ever meant to as it slipped from my tongue.
How could I, one person in this world that means something to you,
want to vent out my frustrations when I thought it was the right thing to do?
I was blinded by a dark and sinister force that I know all to well,
for when I wrote many things and said them too, he was dancing in Hell.
I am told that I need brokeness and God willing, I know I need it true,
so that I may come back happily and blessed when I see you.
A part of me still says for the poem I wrote to be seen by more eyes,
but I will not, nay, cannot because it'll do more harm, this I realize.
I do not know how often you smile or how you may certainly grin,
but I know I do I will do both when I see you again.
Reading of King David and of his works known as Psa
Yvaine - FriendYvaine had always resigned herself to the fact that she would never be able to speak. The doctors said it was impossible, and she had accepted that fact with a simple nod. She wouldn't miss not speaking, because how could you miss something you never had?Yvaine - Friend4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was frustrating however, to not be able to fully communicate her desires and needs to her family, and sometimes, she did wish she was able to speak so she could tell tell them what she wanted. But, she got through it with a smile, as she always did.
What hurt Yvaine most of all about being mute, was the way treated her. Just because she couldn't speak, it didn't mean she was deaf too. She wasn't a freak, she wasn't mentally retarded. She was just a thirteen year old without the ability to speak. She wasn't any less intelligent for it. She was smart, she was bright, and disregarding the bullies, she was happy.
Her siblings were protective of her due to this. Mainly Matt and Serena. Serena often made it clear that to pick on Yvaine w