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
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 One5 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
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
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
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.
Gunners, Chapter FourApril 30, 103 PNGunners, Chapter Four5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"On your knees."
With the rifle barrel digging into my spine, I reluctantly obeyed. I dared not reach for my weapons; a rare time when my gut feeling could get me killed. His voice was young, around my age. He took a step to my right and kicked my foot.
"Take out your weapons."
Slowly, I pulled my revolver out and set it on the ground. Then the knife concealed in my boot. He kicked them from my reach. Then, "Your other weapon."
"That's all I have."
"I wasn't born yesterday, sweetheart. Other weapon."
Sweetheart? "Look, I told you, the knife and revolver are all I have."
He let out a frustrated sigh. "Alright. Here's what we're going to do. See the wall in front of you?"
The butt of his rifle smashed the back of my head so hard I couldn't even cry out as I fell to the cold floor. A faded figure walked over me and bent down. Everything turned black.
"Lynn... That is a ridiculous middle name. Lynn, Lynn... I take it your parents didn't exactly lov
Titanic's AnguishGo away. Make them go away.Titanic's Anguish8 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
Goodra Vore - Taking in Mawile"No, no, and NO!!!" a Machoke bellowed, "We DON'T need another reporter for PNF!!! Meowth is the ONLY new reporting Pokemon we will ever need. Now leave, before I toss you out myself!!!"Goodra Vore - Taking in Mawile2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"BUT THIS ISN'T FAIR!!!" a Mawile cried, "PSYDUCK SAID HE WOULD AT LEAST HAVE AN INTERVIEW WITH ME!!!" The small Pokemon was angrily stomping her foot in protest, The Machoke smirked. "Oh, he did, did he?!" He suddenly grabs the Mawile, holding her firmly, as she struggles to get free. "Listen you!!!" he grunts, "If I let Psyduck interview every last smuck who finds their way here, this building would be destroyed by having them all waiting here at once!!! I'M the real authority, when it comes to helping manage Pokemon News Flash on the Pokemon Channel, so it will be ME who decides who gets hired!!! Now BEAT IT!!!" He purposely uses Seismic Toss to chuck her through a window! She withers in pain, struggling to get up... her eyes burning with determi
Second Star To My Right . . .Sweet and darling little angel, I know your heart surely ails,Second Star To My Right . . .7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
when you talk of the past, the heart flutters and then it fails.
Why be so hard on yourself when in fact you're filled pride?
Quit harming yourself over it for it is better to show it so you should not hide.
Brave are you, visionary and hopeful woman to be,
set yourself to the skies, so that you one day will fly free.
Though you cannot see it just yet, I know it lives within,
so open up to write the new pages that are waiting to begin.
The stars and the moon should dance along with you,
I'll gladly join the soiree, even if we are small and few.
Darling little angel, why must you let yourself believe
that you are hurting so badly that you must grieve?
I believe in you when you will not be able to understand,
grasp for my touch when you are in need of a saving hand.
Draw the hallelujah from your beautiful tongue and there attest
that you are destined for only the very best.
I will wipe your tears and remove the doubting fears
Dying.Dying.Dying.6 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
And then there was fire.
Fire bled from him; fell from his eyes, slid from his mouth.
It dripped from his very pores.
The force of the blast threw him easily and drove him into the ground. He felt as though his bones had suddenly become shards of glass for is teemed as though everything had been jolted from its place within him and the razor edges were driven into his skin. He tried to shout, but nothing came out, only closing his eyes and plunged into blackness. Six minutes until irreparable damage.
He was falling, the pull of gravity centered just below his shoulder blades, a slight pull dragging him ever deeper into the bottomless abyss that had opened up beneath him. There seemed to be a sudden heaviness that had placed itself upon his chest; a slight tightness that spread itself across his front originating in the cracks of his deformed sternum. It slowly seeped its fingers into his lungs
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
Lift your spirit, set it freeHere is the salute to one of Hollywood's best,Lift your spirit, set it free7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
though it shall be small in nature, it surpasses the test.
You swell our hearts with a deep surge of pride,
our hearts still mourn the day that you died.
You were born unto us the year alike of my dear grandmother Anna,
Born unto us Southerner's pride, even if it wasn't in Savannah.
The blue eyes gave us hope in when we lost it elsewhere,
always wanting to be out of the lime light because you really didn't care.
Playing as roguish cowboys, a bandit, an outlaw at the O.K. Corral,
it brings us to grin like you did, it boosts our very moral.
You made friends that you truly did consider family dear,
always wanting to be there for them, always lending an ear.
Then came your chance when the space race in the United States,
three parts were read by your eyes and never once did you hesitate.
Picking the very one that we all know now as the dear ol' Doc known as Bones,
all watched you with eagerness to the televisions where e'er the broadcast roame
Gunners, Chapter SixMay 2, 103 PNGunners, Chapter Six5 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
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
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
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
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 love7 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
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?3 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
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
DownfallDownfall8 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