What you see - Ciara06You see sin...What you see - Ciara068 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Tales of Old Equestria: Chapter 2Tales of Old Equestria: Chapter 210 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
Chapter 2: Changes
Pending strolled through Cloudsdale, munching on her new hay. She passed many pegasi on her way, all busy tending to their shops, running errands, or otherwise going about their days. Some of them greeted Pending, though with her mouth full, she could only wave back without being rude.
As she passed by two ponies, she overheard “There’s Pending Storm, probably heading back to bed, I bet.” Storm would have been insulted, but she had been called lazy many times before. After a while, it wasn’t even insulting anymore… And actually, she had considered going back to bed.
She took another bite of hay; “Mmm mm!” Though not particularly exotic, hay was still one of Pending Storm’s favorite things to eat. She loved the taste and simplicity of hay and it also helped that it didn’t require preparation to eat. After swallowing the previous bite, she
Dies IraeDies Irae7 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
Dies Irae - Welcome to the future
It is the year 2047 A.D.
On the surface, the world of man gleams with progress, its shadows reeking of war, death and disease. And so the strangers finally arrive, at what appears to be the outset for man's darkest hour
Most of us had pretty clear expectations for the 21st Century In its advent, it was supposed to bring us Utopia, a new beginning, a belief facilitated by the dawn of AI, the birth of the terranet and a new, false security granted by an arrogant, power-hungry mega-corporate structure, towering over the world's despair like a glittering facade of steel, glass and lies. We did not see political crisis, economic disorder, the unexplainable epidemics or natural and ecological disasters within the boundaries of a ravaged, anarchical Third World, for they were not concerning us or so we thought, our ignorance also becoming our ultimate weakness.
It started with the pan-Asian territories - at first, terrorists were blamed fo
Feather on The Wind- prologueTo say it was a nice day would definitely be an exaggeration. But the ash was sparse and the haze in the sky hinted at something, the faded memory of blue. Best of all, there was a tiny breeze out, playing with the occasional ash flurry, gently pushing it south, back towards the mountain that spewed it instead of settling in Tarislar like it usually did. From her vantage point Benzie could see some neighborhood kids making the best of the break in ash fall. Filter masks over their mouths, goggles covering their eyes, just like the ones she wore. They ran around the park below. Yelling and laughing. Kicking through white ash like snow.Feather on The Wind- prologue8 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
Grinning beneath her mask at a particularly high pitched squeal of laughter she stretched. Aware of each part of her body, it's relationship to every other part. Most importantly the relationship of her body to the foot and half of steel strapped to each thigh. Her lithe figure stepped down from the plasticrete ledge running around the roof top as she dre
Bumblebee and Sam: Rainy DaysBumblebee and Sam: Rainy Days4 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
"Great that's just great," sighed Sam. He sank onto the cluttered bench in his garage, running a frustrated hand through his hair as he stared out across the rain-drenched yard. "The second I get my car back from the wash, the heavens decide to open. Who knows what kind of garbage is in the atmosphere? It's probably full of sand from that storm in the desert a few weeks ago I don't want you getting all dirty again right after I paid good money to have you cleaned up."
Sitting on the floor beside him, hunched over but still filling most of the garage nonetheless, Bumblebee gave a dry whining sound through his semi-functional vocal processors. In all honesty, he couldn't care less about the weather his friend's well-being and happiness took priority over all else. He watched Sam glower out at the downpour, studying the human's disheartened posture in concern.
Bumblebee was truly thankful that he had been allowed to stay with Sam in his new home, despite all of the da
SamxBee: An obstacle removed Mikaela Banes gazed apathetically out of Bumblebees right window, observing the cars that ran with them on the freeway. Sam was taking her back from what had been an ok date in her opinion. It seemed as though, after the world had come back from Hell with the Decepticons and what not, she had lost her initial spark that she had experienced. Sam, however, was infatuated with her, of course, who wasnt? she thought to herself. She looked over briefly and saw that Sam was, at the moment, arguing with Bumblebee over something she really didnt care about, which really didnt matter since Bee could drive himself anyways. She returned her thoughts back to her and Sam. Sure, Sam was a cool kid and all, but .his general attitude was what put her off so much about him. The comments he made were pretty lame, to be honest, and summer was drawing to a cloSamxBee: An obstacle removed8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
BirthingAnother day over, Lek said to himself as he flopped down on the dilapidated couch in his shack in District 9. He took a few minutes to gather his strength before getting back up off the stained couch and cracking open a can of beans. He sat at the table that occupied the corner of his shack and ate in silence, too sore to really enjoy the food.Birthing5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Outside, the usual sounds of the district continued unabated, thus when he first heard the sounds coming from the other room, he barely registered them, dismissing them as more racket from outside. Only when the faint buzzsaw-like wail of a sprawnling in distress brought him back to his senses did he start to pay closer attention. He took a deep breath and paused, the can almost empty, waiting for the sound to repeat itself. When it did, a moment later, along with a faint grunting sound, Lek realized it came from the other room.
On his feet in seconds, he lurched, stumbling and bracing himself on the wooden chair he had been sitting on, before a
DBGT: Broly: Final Clash 3DBGT: Broly: Final Clash 311 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
DBGT: Broly: Final Clash
By: Jodi Lynn Barrett
© 2004 Original Author of Dragon Ball Z/GT: Akira Toriyama
Broly opened his hand up so that his palm was facing Gotenks, and his fingertips were pointed at the ground. He kept his arm at his side. A green ball of light gathered in the center of his palm. It grew to the size of an orange then he closed his fist around it. With one swift movement, he swung his arm back then hurtled it forward and released the ball. It struck Gotenks in the chest. He hit the ground hard, and his hair faded back to black and lavender, and it shrunk back to its original length.
Gohan, with his face still in the dirt, moved slightly and groaned. He attempted to push his battered body out of the crater, but to no avail.
Broly turned his attention to Gohan. He moved past Gotenks and stopped at Gohan's side. He reached down and pulled him up by his hair. Gohan's eyes were half-open and his mouth gaped a little. Broly smiled with
Vulpes vulpesveins creep along the inner cornerVulpes vulpes6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of your elbow, like ivy on fire or
foxes flying from tree stumps,
the ones i hear screaming outside my window-
like lonely people crowded on a
train and sitting in ugly silence while
their hands call to be held.
the foxes make me cry,
and i forget to breathe
until we pigeon-step into the
vanishing points of the sky-
no one even knows anymore;
no one remembers to think
it's beautiful to see the skyline melt; it's
everything and nothing -- you and me, respectively.
PMDU Temporary Team Recruitment Written FormTEAM NAME:PMDU Temporary Team Recruitment Written Form2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
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live wiresa love child with shattered veinslive wires6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and dandelions in its hair
sings songs that make me glad
you cannot see me.
i have three rings, three
pulses straight to the chest,
three circles in my body
calling secrets and
i want to cry
you are just
but i am afraid you might hear me.
my spine is doing wonderful things;
fluid between disks warm and
bubbling, like blood but
my blood is fire minus
the sting; it is stories and
butterfly gasps and almost silence.
but if you listen, you will hear me.
Canterbury BoratAlong on the trip,Canterbury Borat9 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
We meet a nit wit,
Who we come to know as Borat.
Dressed in his nice suit,
Your dog he will shoot,
So hold on to your bird and cat.
His government send,
Him here and they lend,
Him their camera for his shoot.
And so you must see,
Him on the T.V.
Or he will be-a execute.
As a reporter,
He tells tales shorter,
Of America for his land.
But if you a Jew,
He a crush-a you,
Very simply with his right hand.
Beware of this man,
He will steal your sister or mine.
And with no remorse,
He treat her like horse,
He knows it is a-sexy time.
Human Relations Part 1War brings out the most in people. Not the best, and not the worst, but the most. It calls on the most courage men can have, and that is not enough. It calls on the most sense men can see, and that is not enough. It calls on the most logic men can use, and that is not enough. War calls on the most in people, and that is not enough. If it were, then war itself would not exist.Human Relations Part 19 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was then that I put down my pen. That was the first thing my first college professor said to me. She did not say welcome, and she did not introduce herself. As a matter of fact, she didn't say much of anything for the first half hour of class.
My first class of my college experience was a class called "Human Relations". It was in a small lecture hall, with a good number of seats still unfilled by the time the class started. It was also an eight o'clock class, far too early for my
My Nerd PantheonMy Nerd PantheonMy Nerd Pantheon4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Author's Note: Before I begin, I just want to thank my friend and fellow deviant, Evildigit, for doing his Pantheon and inspiring me to do mine. In case you do not know, I am not only a nerd, but also a devout fan-boy. And, like many fan-boys and fan-girls, I have many interests. Not just with fictional characters from the Wonderful Land of Pop-Culture, but with various historical and famous people. So, without further ado, let us delve into the Fan-Boy section of my brain and see what we can find.
Real Person House:
Stan Lee: God of Comic Books.
JRR Tolkien: God of Fantasy.
HG Wells: God of Science Fiction.
Clive Barker: God of Horror.
Guillermo Del Toro and Neil Gaiman: Gods of Storytelling.
Joss Whedon: God of Myth-Making, Inspiration and Tragic Romances.
AC/DC, Blue Oyster Cult and Pink Floyd: Gods of Old-School Rock-N-Roll.
Breaking Benjamin, 30 Seconds to Mars and Muse: Gods of N
NormalNormal is conforming.Normal8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Normal is restricting.
Normal is chains binding us to the sway of society.
Normal is bland.
Normal is a bore.
Normal is a piece of gum that has been chewed far to long.
Normal is propaganda.
.normal is proper punctuatioN
Normal is that which inhibits flight of the heart, mind, and soul.
Drop. Burn. Repeat. Echo.There's a pitter-patterDrop. Burn. Repeat. Echo.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's rushing, a million falling things,
a chorus of sounds
repeating over and over,
A hiss, beans falling inside old wood
a sound of the old disappearing, rattling,
I can't help it.
Because of how much the fire sounds like the rain.
(They could both swallow everything).
DBGT: Broly: Final Clash 2DBGT: Broly: Final Clash 211 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
DBGT: Broly: Final Clash
By: Jodi Lynn Barrett
© 2004 Original Author of Dragon Ball Z/GT: Akira Toriyama
Vegeta appeared in the front office of the Capsule Corp. building. People around him stared at him in shock, but he simply ignored them. He stormed up several flights of stairs and into a hallway. He passed a few doors before entering one of them. He slammed the door behind him and stomped his way to the kitchen where he ran into his son, Trunks.
Trunks had matured in the many years since the dragons attacked. He was twenty-eight now, and looked exactly like the Trunks that had come from the future. He even wore a Capsule Corp. jacket over a black tank top with black pants.
He turned to face his father. His lavender hair swayed with the movement and his blue eyes lit up when he took in the image of his father. "Father! You're back early. How did things go in the tournament?" He asked cheerily.
"Terrible! Kakarot abandoned the fight!"
Wings of a Worthless GodThe Land of Pulse and Haze was a truly awful planet. Thick, choking air accompanied by water comprised of blood. Karkat Vantas couldn't stand the sight of it. This world was built to piss him off; it was just one big reminder that he was different. It was one huge slap in the face. But he wasn't going to take it anymore.Wings of a Worthless God4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Imps exploded into grist as he climbed the stairs, slashing enemies apart with double sickles. Karkat charged forward, nothing was stopping him this time. His goal was a temple that was located deep within a cavern. The walls of rock crumbled away at parts, revealing pulsating flesh. Everything seemed to move and be alive; the troll couldn't take much more of it. He just wanted to defeat whatever boss was at the end, gain his top level and abscond the fuck out there. The tunnels were cramped, and everything felt like it was closing in. Karkat hated it. Another imp was slain as he fought his way through the dungeon. There was a pitiful amount of enemies, something that
Buyo - The StoryBUYOBuyo - The Story6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
- A Sess/Kag story told from the shrine cat's perspective.-
(©2010 by M. Skirvin. All characters are owned by R. Takahashi.)
Around the courtyard grounds, sounds of distant traffic could be heard, intermingled with the songs of birds in nearby trees. The afternoon's bright sunlight spilled across the courtyard stones of Sunset Shrine and lanced in through the partially open doorway of the old Bone Eater's Well building.
Within the gloom-filled interior, sunlit dust motes sparkled and swirled lazily downward in cool silence. Beneath the translucent lance of light gaped the wood-framed mouth of the Well itself. Deep, ...dark, ...and dry.
On the wooden walkway in front of the ornate building lay Buyo, a portly calico cat, who stretched and turned so that both sides of his ample body got equal amounts of sun toasting. He lay with his large eyes half-lidded, watching the pigeons being rude again and pecking at the s
skinless boy pt. 2on thursdays i go to therapy. i talk about symptoms instead of sources, i talk about numbers instead of names. id call it a defense mechanism, and id rather talk about maslows hierarchy of needs than my own.skinless boy pt. 25 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
you have never come up.
her name is nicole. ill tell her that i dont care if my doctor is considering locking me in the hospital, i still want to be skinny, but telling her about you is an uncrossable line. youre a figment of my imagination and you just so happen to break my heart with every pill you swallow.
the doldrums to the progressions.
where is your fucking soul.
you get me bleeding without blood. if i had known where you were headed, i wouldve stolen the road right out from under you. it burns my belly how i call no one beautiful - it feels like your name, turning pirouettes in the tangles of my stomach. i cringe at its every re
Landlocked 1James Hawkins leaned precariously by one arm from the rope ladder to look over the star cruisers edge to the planet where he and his class would be getting their field training.Landlocked 17 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
You need to learn to use your instincts instead of instruments if you expect to be good captains. The commander had explained. This planet has reduced spacing to a simple, but necessary, science. For a whole month you will train secretly there; they know nothing of the outside universe, except for their galaxy. This means no flying machinery, no advanced technology, no ET phone home. You are the smartest and the best, so you are expected to obey these instructions to the letter. And believe me, it will be in writing. Understood? The whole class had voiced a unified affirmative.
Good. Now, go pack. We leave at oh six hundred hours.
Jim hadnt been so excited about the trip. Seriously, a planet lightyears away from his friends and family? A planet that was so primiti
DraculaCenturies I live and forever more,Dracula12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Alone and forbbiden from light.
Nothing but cold, I stand in shadow,
People frightened by my sight.
A fair lady sees past the pale
And into my still beating heart.
...Could this be love I feel?
What is this beautiful piece of art?
We escaped together hand in hand.
Only now can I experience feeling.
Light may ignite me to ashes,
But her love is there for healing.
Her family and friends disagree.
How could I ever do the things they accuse?
I, too, can experience emotions.
My love, I will not lose.
In the bright of day, they steal her.
Kill her, I could not stop her death.
Rage consumes my eternal soul.
My one and only has lost all breath.
...Track them down.
Kill them all.
My revenge will be felt.
They will surely fall.
Wipe my tears as I smear their blood.
The wall covered with stain.
God is dead, and in his place
The demon defining pain.
La Casa del OdioLa Casa del Odio10 years ago in Spiritual & Occult More Like This
the house of hatred
this... that is There, the fourth house crossing the avenue of yesterday the damn full memories of licor, there these you, furious passed me before, giving the spectacle at night even with my yellow disease - That you really look for of this writer? a defeated lover or a consolation to your madnesses. The deceit was perfect and your fictitious pregnancy, you were yourself with me and I went to the forgetfulness
It was left there in the second floor of the house of the laughter and the weeping, ay! That pain brings forth of my entrails something within my stomach this laying the way to me to the stranger, voraciously unemployment not to read this that takes me across ways to the secret, while this happens your and I we fought the only war that is to be together in the house of hatred. That dawn I read the book prohibited by normal people and thousand secrets I shouted to the wind that refused to listen to the invocation of the pain and thus it was that it was born.
Ink StainThe poem is all too plain, but IInk Stain8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Am intricately constructed,
Octopus armed and lazy fingered,
Some great mass growing greater,
More spineless with each
Inking. You ask, what is it called?
And what is the point of it anyway?
The oceanographer researches, responds,
States the purpose is immeasurable.
Two. Smoke screen, and
Three. Mass confusion.
But darling, I am nautilus, and
My tentacles are
God gave me eight limbs: two arms, two legs,
The rest, male, you can imagine,
Two labia (why all this counting?), and a clitoris,
An umbilical cord suspended, and in its place,
I grew a pen.
Its got no fancy name; its called an ink sac,
A weapon that I have no sense to
Claim nor comprehend. And to the numbers?
To the years since, to the fingers,
Diligent fingers that have entered, exited,