CrumblingCharacters in this work are property of their respective owners, I do not own any of them, and do not intend to make any sort of profit off of this work.Crumbling4 years ago in Drama More Like This
This My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic fanfiction involves shipping. If you don't know what that means, please go read up on it at http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/Shipping before reading.
If you are made uncomfortable by ANY form of romance between ANY two intelligent beings, this fanfiction may not be to your liking. Continue only with caution.
And now, on with the show:
The setting sun spread an orange glow over the landscape, mounds of broken stone casting long shadows over the ruins of a long forgotten city. Celestia stood in what had once been a plaza; the stone beneath her hooves was still mostly flat, though long, jagged cracks ran through it. The alicorn took a deep breath and released it in a slow sigh as she stared at the steps that she could not bring herself to ascend.
They were in good condition, compared to
Ravers ManifestoRavers Manifesto12 years ago in Spiritual & Occult More Like This
Our emotional state of choice is ecstacy,
Our nourishment of choice is love,
Our addiction of choice is technology,
Our religion of choice is music,
Our currency of choice is knowledge,
Our politics of choice is none,
Our society of choice is utopian, though we know it will never be.
You may hate us, you may dismiss us, you may misunderstand us, you may be unaware of our existence, we are not criminals, we are not disillusioned, we are not drug addicts , we are not naive children, we are one massive global, tribal village, that transcends man-made laws, physical geography, and time itself, we are The Massive, One Massive.
We were first drawn by the sound from far away, the thunderous muffled , echoing beat was comparable to a mothers heart soothing a child in her womb of concrete, steel and electric wiring.
We were drawn back into this womb , and there in the heat, dampness and darkness of it all we came to accept that we are all equal.
Not only to the darkness , and to ourselves, but
mute.coś w środku tęsknimute.8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
drapie o ściany żołądka
przeciska siłą gorzko - słone okiem
szpilki wspomnianych dni
czasem brakuje tchu
bo płuca robią reminiscencję ze smaku tamtego tlenu
czasem brakuje słów
bo zostały gdzieś w ustach pomiędzy opłatkami dialogu
zbyt wysokie napięcie przepaliło żarówki w oczach
teraz z trzaskiem pękają pod podeszwą buta
coś w środku tęskni : czasem brakuje tchu : czasem brakuje słów
InterceptorInterceptor2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
When they came in, they always came in fast. They skid low across the atmosphere like silvery stones, flushed with coldness and dawn. It seems like they had been coming for a few years now, and perhaps observing for some time before that. We knew what they had been doing for awhile, but due to the scale of the previous conflict their depredations went unnoticed. Unnoticed at least by nations and armies. The inhabitants of a remote farm would go missing. Bandits, of course. A fishing vessel might disappear, just before dawn on a clear calm night. Drift mine, most likely. However, the disappearance of all the human inhabitants from certain remote island chains seemed harder to explain.
As things were rebuilt, one missing person became ten, then a hundred, then a thousand. A sort of harvest was suspected. It took radar and collective will to finally see them clearly. Silent, swift, and hungry. We almost never saw them at all. We never found any trace of their victims. They came o
Shall war not come between usHelicopters and airplanes collided with one another, leaving streaks of wild fire and smoke across the bay sky. People screamed and ran for the bomb shelters as houses were dangerous places to be at this time. The sky was a soft pale orange with a tint of blue and red as the sun slowly melted down into the horizon. Men shouted and roared at each other, at their enemies, at the pain as they died in the air or the water for their country, for their families, for the millions of civilians they never knew and yet protected. This scene of gun shots and air force planes was being watched, though.Shall war not come between us7 years ago in Humor More Like This
Watched by 2 pairs of eyes: a dull gray blue, and a brilliant green with a single ring of brown circling the pupil. Tears trickled from the green eyes and down two pale cheeks. The raven haired boy's lips quivered, "Steve?" He managed to say.
The blond turned his head to look at his best friend, "Hm?"
"Promise me..." Darren said through chattering teeth, his eyes never leaving the sky. "Promise me..
You Know You're A Browncoat..YOU KNOW YOU'RE A BROWNCOAT WHEN . . . (!!!!!SPOILER ALERT!!!!!)You Know You're A Browncoat..8 years ago in Humor More Like This
1. Youve been admiring and drooling over that gorgeous calf-length military-style brown velvet coat in the Newport News catalog.
2. You actually own said gorgeous calf-length military-style brown velvet coat.
3. You refer to your car/truck/SUV/RV/dromedary camel as your boat.
4. You keep plastic dinosaurs on the dashboard of your car/truck/SUV/RV/dromedary camel.
5. You play with said plastic dinosaurs, complete with dialogue to the effect of Everything looks good from here. Yes, this is a fertile land and we will thrive. We will rule over all this land, and we will call it . . . This Land!
6. You fear the Alliance more than you fear the combined forces of terrorists, inflation, and Ted Kennedy.
7. You insist upon calling your sleaziest friend Badger.
The Devil's Favorite MethodsRecently I asked a bunch of people on a few different forums about what religious literature they would consider recommended reading. Since then I've been working my way through the recommendations, and earlier today I finished reading The Making of a Champion by Lester Sumrall, and while the entire work is definitely worth reading, one of the things it mentions is particularly worth repeating and keeping in mind.The Devil's Favorite Methods2 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
The Making of a Champion is a fairly straightforward commentary on the book of Nehemiah. Specifically, it focuses on how Nehemiah acted as a spiritual champion; that is, how he stayed the course and completed the work God had tasked him with despite repeated opposition and trials.
One of the things that is commonly forgotten about Christianity is that this religion includes a very clear-cut overview of the way the world works. In short, Christianity teaches that we are in the middle of a very real spiritual war; on one side is God and those that follow Him, and
Suffocate DisintegrateA cut white as woolSuffocate Disintegrate9 years ago in Other More Like This
I'm smothered into depths
of a sea like my childhood
You drown me
Just like I almost did
You pull me down
I cannot carry
With my own
You're drowning me
your eyes upon me
You make me plunge
into the depths
Please let go of me
Halo:Twisted Origin chapter 2Halo:Twisted Origin chapter 210 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Chap 2: Down the Narrow path
A child is a child regardless of race, sex, or spices. Troublesome they may be they are often times full of wisdom and should not be ignored.
Anna had woken up in the middle of the night when she heard what only could have been called shivering from the elite Tokuamalee who had rescued her the day previous. When she quietly walked over to the bed she found out that was exactly what the Elite was doing. Had her mind been any older she would have blanched at the seemingly human action, but because she was still young she instead hauled the blankets she had curled up in back over to the bed and had tossed them as best as she could over the large elite. It was also then in her sleepy haze that she climbed up into the corner of the bed and curled back up and drifted back into her sleep.
Tokuamalee was not aware that he had fallen asleep before Anna had gotten out of the shower. In fact most of the events of the day before were hazy when he first got up. So his i
FUCK CNNFUCK CNN12 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I\'m sitting here at the computer, minding my own business. Talking to friends, trying to ignore the horrible pounding in my head brought on by a combination of two days deprivation from caffeine (I\'m an addict, no joke), 7 hours uninterrupted reading, and some fucks outside in their crap car pumping Eminem louder than he deserves through speakers who deserve better anyway. Swear to god, if they go back out there and start up that car again without turning it down, I\'m slashing their fucking tires. Anyway.
I\'m innocently surfing, and what bookmark do I click on? CNN. I\'m not proud of it. Next thing I know, I\'m looking at their front page... and I see what you see here. (Minus the Osbournes link already having been visited; I can safely say nobody in my family gave a shit.) I already had the idea for posting this, and more importantly, posting this little rant, so I decided to go through the links up top (Front Page stuff, you know) to see what was so stressingly important. Aye? Jo
OverdoseItchy,Overdose11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It'll all be better soon.
exchange of hands,
Life has never cost so much.
cold wind and rain,
Wherever that is today.
and push that fucking plunger.
I would spend,
in this moment.
If I could,
it feels so right,
so empty and forgotten
like the joining,
of body and soul,
Constrict the flow,
of the air you're breathing.
Ripping through the paradise,
of where you were hiding.
What good is circulation,
if it's just feeding your destruction?
Show some fucking respect,
and accept your fate.
No complaints now,
it's all your fault.
Feel the nothing,
Now pay attention,
to what you are,
and what you were.
Close your mind,
and close your eyes.
It's all over now.
The Tired Lands - Chapter 1The Tired Lands - Chapter 17 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Summary: Leah is a boarder guard, sworn to protect the town of Outpost from the dangerous, magical creatures of the Tired Lands. But times are changing, and when the Midnight Train arrives with a cargo that could change the world, she finds herself irresistibly drawn towards the distant city of Sulligard, and the handsome sentinels that watch over the train. Joining the team of sentinels, she departs on an adventure to guide the train through the perils of the Tired Lands - but who knew her destiny could hold so much more?
Genres: Fantasy, slight steam punk, Romance, Action/Adventure
The Boarder Guards
The Tired Lands had been named because no man dare sleep while traveling through them - and for good reason. As Leah stood with her rifle cocked at ready, she couldn't imagine a worse place to be.
The sands swirled around her feet, creating small dust-devils across the rolling dunes. The moon was high above her, casting more than enough light to see by; the chill
Why poets love the rainWhy poets love the rain10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Have you ever noticed..
how poets love the rain?
And chances are you thought…
That they are all insane
In rain, the other people…
All their moods go down
Poets kick their boots off…
And go outside to drown
Why is this? I ask myself…
An easy thing to ask
But it's tough to figure out
And that will be my task
Is it love of nature..
That others just don't get?
Maybe it is simply that…
They just like being wet ?
To them is it the same...
To simply take a shower?
Or must the water come...
From mother nature's power?
Perhaps those stormy clouds…
Help to bring inspiration
Maybe they're reminded of…
The beauty of creation
Maybe it's the way…
The flooded rivers flow
Or maybe it's a poet's hope…
The hope of a rainbow
Maybe it's the smell…
The air that smells so new
Maybe it's the mist…
That carries morning dew
Maybe it's the trees…
The way they sway and dance
Maybe the wind carries…
The songs of sweet romance
Maybe it's the wind…
The wind that howls so soft
Or maybe it's the leaves…
That nature h
A day in the lifeFor a long time nothing moves. Only the slightest currents stir the air; not enough to lift a speck of dust. As time passes new breezes mark the warming of glass, or the opening and closing of a door. I have no means to see the morning sun stream in, or hear the children as they take their seats. All I know is the movement of the air, its molecules against my own, and the pressure of the surface on which I rest. Then there are fingers, a soft grip, and a steady sweep against a long plane. We glide past each other, each contact leaving a bit of my self behind. My white on its black.A day in the life7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Pauses mark the time, some longer than others, and two accompanied by movements and doors and scents of sugar, fruit and water. However long the gaps, the firm grip always returns, as does the rough black surface, and I leave my mark on it, as it does on me.
Once, the grip fumbles. The angle changes and all there is is air until a sudden contact with a foreign plane. I fracture. Self against self, and lost f
Cyberpunk ShortCyberpunk Short8 years ago in Socio-political More Like This
You, kiddo, come down here to the dark to ask what it's like, that you need to know for King and Country. Well, I have only a little to say before I tap in and tune out. It'll be hours hence that I get another shot at sentences and words. So listen, or come along if it please ye. You'll learn nothing and hear plenty, and leave knowing less than you do now.
What of me before, you chatter? Well, little squirrel, that's for neither of us to discover, I fear. If I could think of a time before the lights and the neon high I'd tell you about that. I'd give you a jolly, honeysweet talk about all the green grasses and running waters, happy mothers and fathers walking their children to the swing set, high school graduations, lovemaking in red sheets, and over the hills to grandmother's house goings. But the quicksilver spirit moved all that baggage out a long age ago, and I'm left with the here, the now, and the high. This is what you need to put into your brain
My AngelMy Angel11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The moment I knew I love you
I knew you were heaven sent
I dreamed of you my angel
Before we ever met
Soon after the start
true love with you
i'd found in my heart
you're sweet and kind
and my love for you
will last a lifetime
I dream of your smile
and it takes my breath away
i want you
I need you
more than i could ever say
All my prayers were answered
when into my life you came to me
now I love you so much
and now your my everything
When I look at the moon
and see all of its grace
your still more beautiful to me
and you always put a smile on my face
Together we are
your always here with me
i'd travel no matter how far
your the one i love
and the only one for me
AnchorAn anchor had five minutes in which to reorient themselves. One.Anchor4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I stared at the heavy steel loop around my thumb. My world was a sand castle, constructed by the subconscious in a vain hope that it would stand up on such a treacherous foundation. The ring was an unfamiliar weight and the foundation of my castle started to crumble. I did not remember it. The tide was ebbing in around my mind, whispering that my carefully imagined world was wrong. That it was lies. That the 'when' and the 'where' were pure fancy. I stirred in the nest of wires that poured information through my brain. There was a man with me, his bare back against mine. He, too, was lost.
An anchor's duty was to the pilot and the pilot alone. Not to their employer, not the guild, not even to themselves. Two.
There was an image engraved on the ring, a nautical anchor from the days when man sa
The EndWarI remember how the EndWar began.The EndWar5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It all began with the nuclear war in the Middle East. Israel, Iran, Saudi Arabia and a whole bunch of other countries got nuked; I forget what it was about. It was the worst thing since 9/11. You'd see pictures on the news about how cities were wiped off the face of the map. How nuclear autumn ravaged the land. How millions died over the course of a weekend.
Everyone was horrified. The pictures of the warped survivors, the statues of ash that used to be people and the horror of people that even the great city of Mecca was just... gone. No-one's sure on who fired the first shot, and to be frank, it probably didn't matter. The Middle East had become a land of ghosts. Everyone was horrified, and everyone prayed that such things never happened again. I volunteered for aid work there.
That's why the Missile Shield went up. The S.L.A.M. Shield. The Sea, Land, Air, Missile Shield. A bunch of scientists from both the U.S and a few Euro countries got together an
Space Cadet Intro TextIt is the far future, and the galaxy is in a tenuous peace. The ancient Third Empire of Man and the revolutionary United Galactic Federation both claim the mantle of humanity's leadership. Both superpowers take every measure to avoid direct conflict with one another, all too aware that their arsenal of superweapons can plunge the galaxy into another dark age. But both powers scheme and plot to undermine the other, seeking to curb the other's influence in every corner of the galaxy. Every day, ten thousand proxy wars are fought between the two great powers.Space Cadet Intro Text2 months ago in Settings More Like This
In the shadow of the two galactic powers, the other empires of man make their moves. The corporations of the Consortium of Sovereign Systems seek to maximize their profits in a disunited galaxy in need of bankers and mercenaries. The Citizens' Alliance expands mercilessly through alien worlds, competing with the United Dominons of Avelov and their endless crusades. The twisted barbarians of the Crazed Core raid defenseless Imperial a
Whiskey Laden DreamsBitter eyes and tears might taint a drink, but sitting in this bar alone with your stool pulled out next to me, and the Martini poured regardless of your presence still brings a smile to my face; despite the taste. I'm having a whiskey myself; dry. Yes, I know I don't drink, but every once in a while you need whiskey to solve an intricate problem, and mine is the distinct lack of alcohol in my life.Whiskey Laden Dreams3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
There are people everywhere and it amazes me how none of them are you, from the woman in the black dress coming down the stairs to the signing couple in the corner, laughing silently. They're not you at all, and that's what's amazing in an ocean of coal you're a marble pebble, smooth to the touch and pleasant to the eye, and you don't leave me scarred.
I'll kick back the tumbler for now, refilling your drink when necessary, despite you never having it. The waitress will look at me with tired eyes and concerned words, but I'll insist I'm drinking with a friend, whilst that sad g
The Other Side Of MeThe Other Side Of MeThe Other Side Of Me6 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Here you see you a boy, whos crazy about the wind and the water. As the water drowns everything in sight, the wind blows everything out of place. The sun shines down making his face begin to glow. Theres the other side of that no one will ever know besides you and me.
As we cherish these memories, so carelessly; miraculously we glide through the very thin blue sky. Just like a reflection of your very eyes.
Holding me tight and Ill tell you not to cry. I know it hurts inside but this is the darkest side of life. Yes its the other of me that no people will ever know besides those who have been bestowed with this broken life in the inside.
Well laugh, well cry until well end up inside the river of demise. As the boy laughs with delight, thats a sign we should run in fright. Cause this is the darkest side of life. Theres the other side of me that no one will ever know besides you and me!
Of Truths Best UnspokenOf Truths Best UnspokenOf Truths Best Unspoken9 years ago in Erotic More Like This
Despite having been an agent of fate for more than a human's lifetime now, Belladonna Atropa was still learning to trust her instincts. As she was sipping her freshly-ground coffee this morning, she'd felt a strange feeling tingling at the back of her mind. During her long day that feeling had only grown, building into a sense of discomfort.
Now, as she stood bare and unarmed before the tall, four-armed humanoid figure, she knew she should have paid that sense of fateful meeting more heed.
She felt her throat dry and tighten under the steady gaze of the demon's five eyes, each deep as the darkest swamp's still waters. His anatomy was unnatural – long limbs with delicate curving claws at the end of each fingertip, pointed ears alike those of the wyld-kissed, and impressive height which placed him a head above the average man. She knew his appearance well, she could read the black tattoos that graced his pale skin, and she remembered all those books she ha