What you see - Ciara06You see sin...What you see - Ciara067 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Feather on the Wind Ch 1The world was a dark place, stifling in its heat and absence of fresh air. Blindly Benzie struggled. The scent of her own sweat filled her nostrils, she flailed, her arms, groping towards an unseen goal. Like a slow moving landslide she slid from her confinement and landed with a soft thump on the bare boards of the floor. Instantly she began to rethink her decision to wake up as white light seared her eyes. With a mutter of protest she rolled gracelessly over and shimmied back up the side of the mattress and into the welcoming oblivion of her bedding. Mornings never had been her favorite time of day, even when they came at four in the afternoon.Feather on the Wind Ch 17 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
She had been out late last night. Or maybe early this morning, riding her Growler rather aimlessly while she thought. She had ranged as far as Bellvue and the sun had been well risen by the time she got home and passed out. Still her thoughts were no clearer then they had been. Shed been plagued by dreams lately. Nightmares. She had been
Silent LightsSilent Lights7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Flux Studios presents
= Silent lights & splendid nights =
"I'm flying!" cried the girl.
She shouted in her heart anyway because all she could do right now was gawk at the rooftops and clothes lines and trees passing below her. She stopped feeling uneasy a while ago, holding on to her companion's hand. It was big, white and strong, its grip firm enough to ease her fears away.
She turned to her right where her new friend was. He looked very strange. His skin was all white. And he had long white hair. Which was nice. She found out he could use it to climb down from the door in the sky. That's where he came from. She thought it was a very strange place to put a door. But he said there was no other way for it.
She wondered why he only had two eyes on his face and nothing much else. His eyes were golden like her hair. And when he looked at her, she saw something familiar in there... in his head. She couldn't figure out what this familiar thing was yet. But she still knew it was there, and fe
Feather on the Wind- Ch 2The sickly sweet smell of blood in the cab was overpowering. Even when the ash began to reappear in force Benzie left the windows down. She was just trying to secure her respirator in place, driving with one knee on the bottom of the steering wheel, both hands at work to hold her hair back and buckle the mask in place, when the trid unit on the dash suddenly came to life. The screen lit and glowing green text accompanied by a polite beep indicated an incoming call. She glanced in frustration at Twytch's tail light ahead of her, muttering under her breath about being the only one in the vehicle. She could barely run her own comlink let alone a strange trid. The beep sounded again, slightly louder this time, in case she had missed the first warning and the text flashed.Feather on the Wind- Ch 27 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
"Shit." She told the flashing text with all eloquence at her command. "Shit, shit, shit!" Reaching forward she randomly hit a few buttons on the flat black key pad. To her horror the screen changed showing a middle aged,
During Murder in the DarkDuring Murder in the Dark7 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
During Murder in the Dark, we played our own games.
We had a nook in the corner where nobody ever came and wed meet in there for a few moments at the beginning of every round, snatching intimate memories under the cover of darkness. It started when we were children, and was therefore childishly innocent; wed tap out messages on each others arms, using a mixture of Morse code and our own kind of shorthand that made things go faster. We were thirteen when he tapped out, Can I kiss you? I tapped back Yes, and we had a new game.
It always was a game. It never failed to send shivers down my spine when, as we prepared to part, he whispered in my ear By the way, youve just been murdered. And I know it was the same for him.
Things progressed quickly and within a year I had my hand down his pants as we were making o
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- prologue7 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
Dies IraeDies Irae6 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
Cooking Secrets I love to eat things that crunch. Human bones are the best. Have you ever snapped a human femur in half and sucked out the marrow? If not, you haven't lived.Cooking Secrets6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The only problem I've run into is getting to the bones through all that drippy, gooey, red and pink stuff that encases it. It's a shame really, at least insects have the good sense to have their skeletons on the outside. Humans, on first glance, are deceptively easy to peel. Just tear off the skin and slice away the muscle tissue, right? Wrong. Once you're rid of that, there are hollows and cavities that are filled with the slimy gunk. Hearts and lungs in the rib cage, guts lying serenely in the curve of the pelvis, tongue, throat, and brains in the skull. Actually, the brains don't make a bad aperitif, if you know how to mix them properly. Otherwise, it's just a waste of a good skull.
La Casa del OdioLa Casa del Odio9 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 Stain7 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,
Canterbury BoratAlong on the trip,Canterbury Borat8 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.
Bumblebee and Sam: Rainy DaysBumblebee and Sam: Rainy Days3 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
The Twisted Mockery, SA-XClang. Clang. Clang. The metal-clad boots echoed in the chamber beyond, and I knew it was here. It had tracked me, hunted me here. It had been trying to kill me ever since I got here.The Twisted Mockery, SA-X2 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
As I opened the door and stepped through, the worst of all the things about this monster crossed my mind. I strode across the wide, open metal floor of the station's main control deck, the door sealing shut behind me and locking tight.
Across the room, waiting for me, was myself. The abilities I had, so did it, for it was grown from me. The armor it had, it used to be mine. Pure, prestigious orange, signifying the last and greatest in ancient Chozo technology. Sleek lines, perfect construction, ultimate craftsmanship.
It had all been taken from me, twisted by the evils of the X Parasite, its machinations now controlling what had once been a part of me. Now, I stared down my former self, here in this room. I had to kill it. It had to kill me.
Scanning...Scan Complete! Recording to Logbook...
SA-X is an X P
The StickThe Stick9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
So frivolous in conception
So obsolete in design
The media has played a role in deception
In this deep addiction of mine
It seems the answer is cancer
And I can not disbar the tar
The obsession runs profoundly
The recklessness is never ending
Although soon I will be resting soundly
With these lungs in no way ever mending
The Last DayDistant thunder approaches the temples of old. The vibrant forests beneath them are shaking with shattering detonations. As they reach the platform together, the sky has turned as red as blood. Foul shadows are raining down to the left and right of them, staining everything they touch with death and darkness. It has begun. The shields are failing.The Last Day5 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
The viewer is unable to move as fast as the armed warriors accompanying him, his body so weak in spite of his mind so strong. The all-female servants are keeping him in their middle, as if to protect him. Still, they look up at him like children, with hope in their eyes. They are fearless, loyal, and determined to see this last day through.
The viewer, however, knows this is the way the world ends.
Before they proceed, they meet up with another group of warriors. They talk in the high language, urgency in their young voices: This is the last they could find. May the Elders be with them all.
Although the viewer knows of its futility, haste is
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 removed7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Depravity's ChildDepravity's Child11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
How can something so beautiful
Become so corrupt
A strange metamorphosis
Watch the petals unfold
The sweet breath caress them
As the curl and wither
Fall crisp to the ground
Setting the fragrance of death and decay
When stepped upon by her feet
See the way her eyes gaze about
Seeing but blind
Not able to see past without
The loss of hope
The fear of what is to come
The frightened child forever more
Holding in her hands a bouquet of roses
Each bud blooming slowly
One after another
The petals turning brown
Turning as dried blood
With each breath
Each tear drop
As she walks ever foward
Not seeing the eyes that caress her form
As she passes them by
The scarred beauty
Eyes of blue splashed with golden specks and green streaks
The auburn hair falling in wet curls about her
The rain from above drenching her
Walking ever foward still
The roses bloom and die
Drift to the ground beneath her feet
Releasing that sweet scent
Aeris, Final Cetra.Aeris, Final Cetra.10 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Aerith, final Cetra.
The planet is yours now cloud,
Do not grieve, I live always.
Do what you can to save what is left,
I gave my mortal body for that which you cannot see.
Determination and strength.
I see you now, I see you always,
I call to you but you never come.
Now I fall, I fall through the icy waters,
I can feel my soul being torn from my body.
Neither living nor in death, I see you with my eyes closed,
Remember me cloud, I won't forget you.
My time draws near; I hear the planet's cry for my return,
Cloud…do not allow me to die in vain.
Vulpes vulpesveins creep along the inner cornerVulpes vulpes5 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.
Sal'Quadin :: BioSal'Quadin :: Bio11 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Artwork by Jeff Cruz
Written by -Asher
Hight :: 5'11/20'teeth
Wieght :: 118lbs/100'stones (With equipment!)
Eyes :: Yellow
Famous Quotes :: "Who the drow!? I'm the drow! THAT'S RIGHT!"
"Why do I have to wear the dress!? … It makes my hips look wide.."
"Of course I know how to use a pointy! … I mean sword.."
"NO! Kill the human! HE'S PINK! Nobody likes pink!"
"You said 'don't push the don't push button'. A double negative is a positive.. Right?"
"In drow, there is no word for love.. But there are 16 for sex! It's the language of booty!"
History – Born in the same year as Sabion they have been trained and hardened in almost the same exact way, however after a solitary confinement for 6 months for a botched assassination, Sal'Quadin has never been the same, as his mental level stayed the same, his out look on life changed. They say he is the only drow to laugh and even worse, make fun of other drow and what ever else gives him whim. His s
BrokenYou broke me inside,Broken8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And I'll bend to your will.
A subtle ache in my heart,
When your words sting me again
I don't look anymore, but glance instead
My eyes can't cope with what they see
Closing them I'll enter my dreams, the only place I'll be
I'll do as you please.
I'm getting senseless, I'm getting cold
Learning not to care about everything
Feeling every single hit
Your disgust is raining down upon me
I'm drowning in your hate
My spirit is broken,
I'm giving up
Exhausted as I am, I just cán't anymore
My cries won't be heard, so I'll be silent
You wanted to kill my spirit, now I'm left with a dull gaze
Every spark is extinguished, so that my flame may never light up again
Instead of being true to myself, you made me follow the stream
Broken to pieces,
You shattered my dreams,
You killed the fighter in me
You took my love and filled the gaps with misery
Broken to pieces,
I feel pain as if it's not mine
I see a girl suffer, a reflection of
nova smilenova smile10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
6am: Rising to crackled reception,
this, the mimicked serenade to sunrise,
performed the whole world over.
8am: In the kitchen,
and a coffee cup
invite me to breakfast.
I count morning on both hands,
four espresso ribbons,
draped over the pages,
filling where ink cannot.
12pm: I lie on the small square of grass
looking up into the apex of cerulean.
Up on the gutter,
sits a bird, still,
below thick down,
ticks suck out birdsong.
one of quiet tragedy.
3pm: In the supermarket
I watch people stocking up,
Tommy 1337Dahl, your death was a tragedy,Tommy 13376 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
But I'm almost glad you didn't see
The rising of the new way to
Make your kids' minds melt into goo.
I talk, of course, lest we forget
Of the abhorrent INTERNET.
None of us could contain our joy
When this delightful little toy
Made little Tommy shut his trap
(Much quicker than a lunchtime nap)
And seemed, at first, to educate
Rather than brain-assimilate.
But years rolled on and our new friend
Became the source of ghastly trends
And Tommy, now at age thirteen,
Became rather absurdly keen
On women half cat, with huge breasts,
And arguments on which was best:
The Potter books or sparkly guys
(Those weird gay vampires in disguise).
The vulgar porn and RP games
All make TV look rather tame.
Over 9,000 pedo-cocks,
And fan girls milling 'round in flocks,
Dramatica and DeviantArt
Will slowly blacken any heart
And dull your eyes, and dull your brain
Until you'll never speak again
Save in a strained and beastly growl
As we eliminate the vowel.