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 Helmet6 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 Events6 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 Symbol6 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 Late6 years ago in Socio-political More Like This
It intoned mechanically, "Three, two, one..."
Without a Doubt...Without a Doubt...6 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
The Light-Bulb PeopleThe Light-Bulb People6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Dr. Poler Ross watched from his elevated platform in the hangar as the Bulban engineers worked on the Aurora, melding the tungsten plates together with argonacetylene torches, ferrying equipment to and fro on trolleys, and surveyed the general busyness to ensure the construction of the Roomspace shuttle went smoothly. The Roomspace shuttle; the culmination of a dream that had begun when he was born
Poler was born in the year 2136 AS (Anno Scintilla, Year of the Light), the youngest in a family of four. His parents worked as tungsten miners, and travelled everyday to the Bulbroot where the tungsten repositories were found, which was pretty far considering the Ross family lived at Bulbhead, at the other end of the Bulb. It was a strained arrangement, but the best one the Ross family could get; they earned just enough photons to get by with the bare necessities. Papa Ross was determined for the Ross family to break out of the poverty cycle, starting with the next generation. When Po
HaikuphobicHaikuphobic6 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Squeezed rigid, fixed shape
Claustrophobic airless tight
War GamesRon watched intently as the Covenant Elite peeked out from behind a rock. With a few well-placed bursts of his plasma rifle, he brought the alien to the ground, blue blood splattering.War Games6 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
As his gun sizzled, he didnt notice a cloaked Black Ops Elite sneak up from behind and slash Master Chief to the ground.
>REVERT TO CHECKPOINT
Oh, snap! groaned Ron, hurling his controller at the game console. That was the third time he failed to complete that checkpoint in 2 hours. Legendary really is hard, he muttered, picking up the controller and pressing A.
A tall, gangly youth burst in on his older brothers frustration. Ron, Mum wanted to tell you that Sgt. Jackson called.
Must be about my Pvt. mecha missing training again, he groaned as he continued to slay Grunts with a battle rifle.
Jon stared at the monitor that Ron was playing his first-person shooter on. I dont understand why
Chapter One: Acquisition******Chapter One: Acquisition8 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
The Adamant SmokerThe Adamant Smoker6 years ago in Humor More Like This
Rod was walking down Orchard Road when he felt weak all of a sudden. He sat himself down at a bus stop.
A cigarette would do me good, he decided. He took on one stick, lighting it with a swift flourish of his Zippo.
Rod smoked his stick silently.
He suddenly sensed many eyes trained upon him. In normal circumstances, he could stare down one gawker, but this time, he couldnt possibly stare down every single one of those onlookers.
They dont like me smoking in front of them, he realised. They have something against smokers. This clean-cut white-collars with briefcases and ties. They dont want tar vapours touching their daily ironed white shirts. Thats all. They just have something against people like me. Sheesh. These paranoid people.
He adamantly puffed away. These high class people, he thought. Theyre so high they care too much about their health, they cant even stand a little nicotine in their lungs. Stop looking already, vegetarian Low-carb Atkins
Master Chief: Into the Mark IVMaster Chief: Into the Mark IV6 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
Forbidden FruitForbidden Fruit8 years ago in Horror More Like This
The day I died, there was no mourning, no flowers, no funeral at all. Everyone I knew went about their normal lives as if nothing had happened. Now don't take it wrongly; I had died, but that didn't mean I wasn't fully capable of going to school like I had done before. Sure, I had grown more pale than I used to be, and my eyes were dark and piercing, but people still greeted me warmly on campus and spoke to me in class all the time. Lunch, however, was a different affair. People questioned me about why I got food, but never ate any. My response: that I was on a strict diet, and wasn't hungry anyway. They took the excuse greatly, seeing as my smoldering golden eyes always ended up closing the conversation and pressing them to agree with me.
"Hey, Katherine!" a familiar voice called to me from down the hall.
I looked up, "Hm?"
He approached me, a smile on his face. Kris's dirty blonde hair and warm features never ceased to make me smile.
"It's Biology time," he said, a grin growing on hi
HonorificabilitudinitatibusHonorificabilitudinitatibus6 years ago in Humor More Like This
Respect the locciaucinhilipilification of hippotomonstrosesquipedalian words.