As Dreams Are Made OnMama, mama
Little Bill Willoughby shook his mother agitatedly.
What is it, Bill? Tracy Willoughby mumbled as she was turned out of her slumber.
Im Im scared, Mama, said Bill Willoughby, trembling.
You shouldnt be, said Tracy as she got up from bed, straightening her nightclothes. Didnt that pillow we bought for you last weekend work?
I could fall asleep, Mama. But the pillow kept giving me nightmares!
Wilbur? it was Tracys turn to wake up another member of the family. Wilbur?
What is it, dear? Mr. Willoughby stirred from his sleep. Is Bill unable to sleep again? Doesnt his pillow work?
Did you buy the Childrens Edition?
I am as sure as salad I bought the Childrens Edition, Trace. Do you think Ill buy a pillow with a Nightmare channel for Bill? Hes only eight!
But I k
Behind John's HelmetBehind John's Helmet7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The Sangheili charged towards the human, and launched himself at it.
"Filthy - "
The Elite's head got blown off with a blast of plasma.
Master Chief let go of the smoking plasma pistol in his hand. It fell to the floor and hit the metal with a clang.
That was the last Elite. The battle was over.
"Phew. MC, thanks for saving my butt."
John was tired. The debrief was over, and the acting captain had released them to their quarters to have a rest.
A fitful sleep at best. John knew these rest-times had an unofficial maximum of four hours. It would stay that way on Halo, as long as the Covenant kept assaulting Alpha Base.
He hadn't even had time to take stock of what had been happening. He sat on his bed, and recalled recent events.
The fall of Reach. Michael. Isaac. Joshua. Vinh. All dead.
The Pillar of Autumn's crash on Halo. And he was the only Spartan on the ringworld.
His trainer's mantras echoed in his head.
Stop regretting. You are not weak. You are better than human. You ar
A Series of Fortunate EventsA Series of Fortunate Events7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
In real life, most of us will experience our share of ups and downs. We may feel up when our we score 99% for our exams, then down when the teacher discovered that you had cheated and penalises you with a 0% score instead. Once in my life, I went down when I realised the girl of my dreams is going out with my boss, then went up when my boss disappeared because the man he fired recently is seeking revenge with a butcher's knife, leaving the girl I loved to me.
In other words, life is would be like undulating hills and valleys in the Himalayas, a phrase here which means: "a series of alternating fortunate and unfortunate events", but rarely will you encounter a series of unfortunate events, and even more unlikely a series of fortunate events.
This story is about three blessed children, Viola, Claus, and Bunny Balderdash, who have had the tremendous stroke of luck to encounter a series of fortunate events.
The three Boulderdashes were making sand castles on Brightly Beach. The sun shone b
Missing SymbolOn Sunday, Linguist scans through his list, Long List of Symbols for Britain's Lingo.Missing Symbol7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It was a long list, with 25 symbols:
Linguist knows that it isnt final. It still isnt a full lingo, Linguist thinks. What is missing?
Linguist calls in his assistant, Patois, to assist him.
Linguist asks, What is wrong with this Lingo, Patois?
Patois thinks for two hours, and says: I cant think of a solution to finish Britains symbol list, sir.
Linguist furrows his brow. Constructing Tagalog, Russian, Spanish, Mandarin, Arabic, Hindi, Wu, Marathi, Tamil, Italian, Punjabi, Urdu, Turkish, Min, Gujarati, Maithili, Polish, Ukrainian, Malayalam, Kannada, Oriya, Hakka, Bhojpuri, Thai, Amharic, Romanian, Kurdish, Dutch, Pashto, Hausa, Oromo, Sindhi, Yoruba, Somali, Lao, Malay, Igbo, Malagasy, Shona, Zhuang, Hungarian, Fula, Tamazight, Zulu, Kazakh, Tajik, Nyanja, Haitian, Lom
They Came Too LateThey Came Too Late7 years ago in Socio-political More Like This
It intoned mechanically, "Three, two, one..."
DancerShe moves in the shadows of the roomDancer7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Only lit by a single isolated candle
Her elegance is breath-taking
The way she flows through the dance
Her shadow follows
Matching the movements made by its partner
Together they dance a dance of grace
Emotion pours from her like rain
From every finger tip to every strand of her hair
That had fallen from the rest
Her toes tip
Her body arches
And she falls forward into a pit of misery
She twists and turns fighting her demons
Stretching out her arms
Straightening her legs
Moving with poise
She tries to control her raging motions
But they control her tonight
She stops slowly
She arches her spine
Throwing her shoulders back with ease
Her arm folds out
Reaching for something beyond her fingers
Something that her body craves
She turns suddenly
And runs through the black of the room
She flies through the darkness
She falls to the floor
And wraps her long elegant arms around her
Hiding her face with her hands
She sits still
MazeYo, I'm sitting here cryingMaze5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Forget it, I can't be bothered with the trying
I can't take it any more
Head in my hands and knees on the floor
I'm all stressed out
With a mind full of doubt
I'm lost in this maze of lust
And if it's a need, if it's must
I'll keep going, completely dazed
Keep on trying, until you're amazed
Amazed by what I do,
Amazed by how much I love you
All I need is that one chance,
To be with you instead of in the ba-lance
Oh girl why can't you see?
One on one, you and me
Pick you up for a night out about half eight
Go out for a bit and call it a date
It's only 10:30
But already I got ya dancing dirty
But you aren't going home until next morning
Now ya leaving, ya got no sleep, you're still yawning
Think about that, seems so rude,
But I'm not that kinda dude,
It feels like my heart is being torn
Being with you makes me feel fresh and reborn
But now we're drifting apart
And it's breaking my heart
I'm lost in this maze of lust
And if it's a need, if it's must
I'll keep g
Without a Doubt...Without a Doubt...7 years ago in Scripts & Screenplays More Like This
Without a Doubt, There are Monkeys in the House!
A normal house's interior. F and A are arguing.
F: Annie, Im sure of it! There are monkeys in the house!
A: Are you sure, daddy? I didnt hear any noise.
F: Well, I did, and Im sure theyre monkeys!
A: Why monkeys? Parrots, dogs, humans make noise too.
F: But it was a scratching sound, Annie!
A: A scratching sound may be made by an animal that isnt a monkey.
F: Its made by monkeys. Im sure of it.
M unlocks door from outside and enters the house
M: Whats going on, my dearies?
F: Margaret, Im certain there are monkeys in the house!
M: Monkeys? I dont hear any monkeys.
A: I didnt, either. Ive been trying to tell him that!
F: I did, Im certain I did. I was reading the newspaper, when I heard noises from upstairs. The noises were coming from the ceiling, Margaret! Scratching noises!
M: Are you sure it wasn
Chapter One: Acquisition******Chapter One: Acquisition9 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Chapter One: Acquisition
"I swear I didn't used to bitch this much. I used to be a nice, quiet little soldier who did my job and didn't complain. At least I think so. I've been a soldier for a long time."
Petty Officer First Class SPARTAN-292 scratched at her short white hair, looking across the fire at the few remaining marines and the pitiful camp they were calling "home." The skepticism on one marine's face caused her to grit her teeth in frustration. She couldn't really blame him, with her delicate elfin features and pale skin she looked about as tough as a paper bag. Her MJOLNIR armor helped her image a little, but with a teenager's face and big blue eyes revealed she couldn't expect much. A plasma grenade had caught the side of her head earlier in the day, and it was pure luck that she'd gotten her helmet off in time. Not many people got t
Laws of Anime PhysicsGeneral lawsLaws of Anime Physics6 years ago in Scraps More Like This
1. The more retarded a plan is, the more likely it is to work. (e.g. Naruto)
2. In cooperation with the first law, the main enemy always has a genius plan that fails.
3. When a character gains the possession of a giant robot, they immediately know how to control it without prior training. (e.g. Evangelion)
4. The longer the series continues, the stronger the enemies get exponentially. (e.g. Dragonball Z)
5. Villains either are butt-ugly monsters or gay dudes. Certain exceptions are an amalgamation of both. (e.g. InuYasha)
6. The main character is always small and wimpy-looking, only to hold a tremendous secret power usually explained to him by a wise old person.
7. The bad guy has fan girls. Especially if he's a transvestite.
8. The quicker someone dies off, the more likely they are not really dead. (e.g. Bleach)
9. Getting stabbed multiple times only kills you if you are unimportant.
10. Additionally, any unimportant character NEVER gets into fights. If they do, th
A Matter of InterpretationA Matter of Interpretation7 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
"I'm sorry, if I'd have realized you were coming tonight, I'd have prepared a more substantial demonstration." The Professor addressed the Investor nervously, moving piles of notes and abandoned test equipment out of his way.
"Your message stated there had been a significant development." The Investor stood unaffected amidst the chaos, collar turned up against the chill of the room, gloved hands clasped behind his back.
"Yes, we've made an exciting advancement." The Professor ceased his tidying, and strode to the corner of the room, hefting a small wooden shipping crate from a half full pallet of the same. Stepping over the clutter, he carried it to the middle of the curved array of alloy beams that seemed to be the focal point of the laboratory. The structure itself was easily half again as tall as he was, resembling a giant sectioned orange, exploded and suspended in mid air. He deposited the crate at the approximate center of the array, and stepping beyond its perimeter he began to
The Inked BladeJust as painters live for their artwork, poets live for theirs. But for a writer it is more so. For a writer, the writing will take on not only a life of their own, but a personality, a whole separate soul. A writer can converse with their pieces, argue with them... Feel jealous of them. Sometimes you might tell him his words are beautiful, and you'll see a shadow briefly cross his face before he responds with a 'thank you' and a smile, stretched too tight. Eventually, he'll become angry at his work. He'll stop writing; he'll tear up old notebooks in the hopes he can forget the words seemingly printed across the inside of his skull. He'll snap all his pens and pencils, so they can never damage someone's life as they have damaged his. He'll drink so the letters dance blurrily before his eyes, phrases drop off and lay forever incomplete in the dirt - so he never has to be the one to write them down.The Inked Blade4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
All this, just because he knows he can never be as beautiful as the words he w
The Wishing Bear"I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!"The Wishing Bear7 years ago in Horror More Like This
The shouts echoed along the hall, waking the old woman from a drowse. My goodness, she thought. Whether for the shouts or for finding her head nodded to her chest, she wasn't sure.
In any case, she rose to see what the ruckus was about. The shouts that woke her had been replaced by the sounds of stomping and sobbing. She shuffled to the corner and peered into the neighboring waiting area, where she spotted a little girl vigorously stomping on a small teddy bear!
My goodness! She thought again, this time certain of the cause. As she shuffled closer, the girl picked up the bear and tried to pull it apart. Her face was flushed and wet.
"Little girl, what's the matter?" the old woman asked, a tentative hand reaching. "What could that poor little fellow have done to deserve that?"
At the sound of the voice the girl froze, then shot the old woman a guilty look.
"It's alright. You can tell me. What's the matter, dear?" The woman lower
Master Chief: Into the Mark IVMaster Chief: Into the Mark IV7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Its exterior was hard, sleek, jet-green polished. Its interior seemed soft, foamed, electronically placented. The MJOLNIR Mark IV armour. Split apart, like the broken cocoon of a butterfly larva that had finished metamorphosis, ready for the world.
Master Chief Petty Officer John-117 studied the opened battle armour. He inspected the HUD, the torchlight, the neural interface...and the infinite other functions of the suit, while the engineer droned on about every aspect of the suit he was studying. John absorbed all the information.
He took a deep breath. "I'm ready. It's time," he declared.
He pushed his ripped body gently into the exo-skeleton he would wear for many years after. He waited in prolonged silence as the engineers outside the suit sealed him in the kevlar cocoon. He ignored the initial discomfort as the vacuum created by external air pumps compressed the suit against his skin.
As the neural interface of the suit inextricably melded with his, he knew he was now more than ju