Virtuality"Its ready."Virtuality8 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Daphne looked up to see a familiar face. Well, not all that familiar. Shed met Cody in this bar for the first time less than an hour ago. And just over half an hour ago hed made her a rather interesting proposition.
Even though Daphne wasnt all that well acquainted with the virtual world, she knew the basics. Shed become accustomed to being propositioned by all sorts of people to do all sorts of things, even in a world as tame as MetroScape. Real or otherwise, the bar scene never changed. But this fellow actually had something she wanted, at a price that seemed quite reasonable.
Money made even the virtual world go round, except here people the currency was experiences and program modules. Cody had offered her a module that would give her a new avatar to choose from. In the old days, people could choose their avatars, but that had resulted in too many world
NervesTitle: NervesNerves4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Game: Mass Effect 2
Disclaimer: This is just for fun - BioWare owns all and I receive nothing but my own enjoyment by writing this.
She didn't stop by his chair this time. He swiveled around and watched her as she hesitated just inside the ship, Garrus and Grunt behind her. The look in her eyes was bleak as she glanced at him, her hands already working at the bun atop her head, letting the tresses fall and act like a curtain to hide her face as she strode to the elevator and disappeared behind its sliding doors. That wasn't like her. Debating with himself, he stood and started down the gangway in the direction she had taken.
His hands were sweating. Even wiping them on the seat of his pants didn't seem to help. He looked longingly back at hi
New BeginningsStay awhile,New Beginnings8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Take my hand and lets float on by
In the clouds,
Catch the suns rays and be mesmerised
Look down below at the world beneath
Leave behind what youve learned of it
Theres a time,
A time and a place for everything
Here and now,
Or somewhere else, change it on a whim
In the end
The outcomes may justify the means
We are flesh and blood, not cold machines
In the air,
Embrace the wind and flow with it
Rain or shine
It doesnt matter; its what we make of it
Leave this place,
Dont look back, whatever you do
Hear my voice,
The eternal, soothing, comforting and true
Time to go,
Embark on a road never travelled upon
Feel my heart,
Hear it beating for you, as were sailing on
How long to go,
Who knows, well march along to our own pace
And when we're there
Well fall asleep in an aeonian embrace
Twilight BreakingIt started out as nothingTwilight Breaking8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A simple change in plans.
I was going off the face the world
From a view I didnt understand.
It was so difficult to breathe
When all the faces stared me down
Asked me all those questions
About why I had come back.
You were a mystery to me
A beauty beyond words,
So perfect and so mystifying
The way your golden eyes shone.
I was caught up in too much
Soon I couldnt see straight
It was if my legs had been ripped
Out from under me, I was flying.
But soon I crashed back down
The day you turned away from me
I was so hurt and confused,
I never thought I'd see the day of heartache.
Then I felt your skin on mine
Your nose inhaling the scent
Of my hair, of my wrist,
Taunting your senses.
You were a creature of the night
Who saved me from a deadly predator.
Who gave me a reason to stay
And watch my days through the pouring rain.
Who are you though,
To make my heart begin to beat?
Ive never felt so frantic
Never felt so helpless.
Hold me now and don
Food and SleepTitle: Food and SleepFood and Sleep4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Game: Mass Effect 2
Disclaimer: This is just for fun - BioWare owns all and I receive nothing but my own enjoyment by writing this.
Joker stretched out in his chair, his hands for once not flying over the controls. The Normandy was currently docked at the Citadel allowing the crew a short shore leave. Kara had also promised Gardner she would look into picking up more provisions for the crew. The last trip had increased his popularity with the others once he started working with high quality foods instead of military rations, so both he and Shepard wanted to make sure that it continued.
"Gods, fighting through the crowds in the Wards can be such a pain in the ass," Kara griped as she slid an arm around Joker's shoulders.
"Why do you think I said I was staying put?" he grinned at her.
"Got you so
Classified - Day 1ClassifiedClassified - Day 19 years ago in Humor More Like This
My school has this policy to make two kids clean up the classroom every lunchtime. Classroom monitors, they call them. It’s on a rota system and it’s designed to teach kids responsibility and stuff. Personally, I think it’s just an excuse for teachers to drink lots of cups of tea.
Being ten years old, I wasn’t up to much critical analysis of the British education system, but I knew that allowing two aliens to become classroom monitors was not very responsible.
Of course, teachers never believe you.
"They're not, they're just new students."
"But I looked in the dictionary and it said--"
"Matthew! They're just new students, now drop it."
Entirely unsure of whether my teacher knew I had a worm in my hand or not, I decided to play it safe and put it in my back pocket.
I went outside for play time as usual and plotted against the aliens.
As soon as I got outside, however, I was hit in the groin by a football. This was initiation in
The Chemicals Between UsThe Chemicals Between Us9 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
Colin had received the letter two weeks after his eighteenth birthday. "Congratulations!" it began. "You are pre-approved for a Breeding Marriage License! Enclosed is form MGA-1304, application for suggested partners. Please complete this form and return it to the Ministry for Genetic Affairs to request your list of genetically compatible partners." He folded the letter back into its envelope and drew out the application. After scanning across it briefly, he set it on the table and opened the next item, another piece of college junk mail.
It sat in a filing cabinet until a biting February day three years later. As he was walking home from a senior seminar on twenty-first century composition, the woman Colin had been seeing for the past few months stopped him on the sidewalk. His fingers searched for the warm spots in his pockets as she coolly broke up with him. "I'm sending for my partners list, and I think that we should end this relationship," she told him. "I just don't see the poin
COLUMN - PETA KillsCOLUMN - PETA Kills9 years ago in Editorial More Like This
This one is for the animal lovers in us all.
I stumbled upon a rather informative website regarding animal rights group PETA, People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals, in my endless search for wisdom. I didnt find much helpful wisdom, of course, but I did, however, learn that PETA kills far more animals a year than it saves.
This site, PETAKillsAnimals.com, is devoted to spreading a strong, factual argument against the organization.
According to this website, PETA is against owning pets and seeing-eye dogs, drinking milk, and having zoos, but killed over 12,400 dogs and cats from 1998 - 2004. PETA targets children and has even compared farm animal meat to the Nazi-persecuted Jews in a billboard campaign called Holocaust on your plate.
PETA has picketed and harassed Churches, Synagogues, and their members, as well as held protests against the Pediatric AIDS Foundation, the March of Dimes, and the American Cancer Society, according to PETAKillsAnimals.com.
Santa GizkaT'was the month of Winter and all through the ship,Santa Gizka7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Not a gizka was squawking, not even a bit.
The passengers were snuggled, sleeping in their assigned bunk,
Except one Mandalorian, who was awake and slightly drunk.
As he sat at the table, a mug of ale at his side,
He stared at a lone gizka, no damage done to his pride.
When from the cargo hold arose such a clatter,
Canderous instantly jumped to see what was the matter,
HK had beaten him to the source of the sound,
His blaster drawn, pointed intently near the ground.
There it sat, a giant grin as it wiggled its butt,
A small, yellow gizka, plump and round like a hutt.
A bundle of items enclosed in a large sack,
Was slung over its shoulder, and rested on its back.
It had a broad face, the gizkas smile so huge,
And the Mandalorian wondered just what was in that booze.
The gizka spoke not a word as it hopped around,
Distributing presents, leaving them neatly on the ground.
New lightsabers for Bastila, motor oil for T3,
Breath mints for Za
Painted BlindPainted BlindPainted Blind8 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He had been born blind. For seventeen years he stayed strong because of her. She had been born the same day as him, but a year after.
But it didnt matter.
They were connected without having to think from the moment she was born.
Life dealt them their cards and soon they were in the same middle school. It was the catalyst of their lives together on the fateful day that she fell down the front stairs. She was a determined girl, new to the school and very nervous.
She had to get into the building on time.
She slipped on a step the second he walked out the front door.
He heard her scream and something switched on inside of him.
He didnt know what to do, or who she was, but he acted. He rushed to save her and fell in the process.
The hospital was in shock when they saw the video from the camera stationed outside of the school. The boy had somehow run straight to her; but they had seen him before at t
Science Lesson from the HeartLet me educate you, babeScience Lesson from the Heart7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Teach you some figurative tricks of my trade
Youre as hot as full blast superconductor
We blend so well, like oil and water
I want you like a cat wants a collar adorned with a bell
Like xenon desires more electrons in its outer shell
Youre dependable, stable as thallium-201
As obviously attractive as the UV rays of the sun
Everything about you is clear, no distortions
Like a concave mirror shows no warped reflections
You amaze me with your benevolence
Like arsenic, youre lacking in malevolence
Youre something so special that I cant explain
Rare as dihydrogen monoxide in rain
And though you may fancy yourself as my hero
In my mind youre lower than absolute zero
NamelessI didnt need instinct. I knew what I had to do.Nameless6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Perhaps it wouldnt reach me. Maybe it wouldnt catch me. Hopefully it wont behind me.
My skin sliced under claws. My neck punctured with ease. My blood oozed out.
I quivered under the hot breathe on my ear. You were good quarry. Its nuzzle squeezed back into lips. You move, you will die. He paused leisurely.
I felt my blood form mud under my cheek. Although your death will be a lose, Ill find someone else to play with.
Opening my mouth I tried to speak. Blood gurgled and spewed from my lips instead. Aww, that is cute, but you shouldnt do that. Fingers ruffled my hair. Wait here, youll probably live.
Chronoscape, Chapter OneChronoscape, Chapter One9 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
Can a line of events be traced to its origins, only to connect with its end?
Sept 17, 14:15
Apex clouds converged around the azure mountain of ice. The polar ocean rumbled, somewhere beneath, grappling into the iceberg, gnawing away at its foundations.
Grim, fluttering celestial arc released a blinding sphere of light has from the cloudy grasp. Scorching beams of sunlight smashed into the iceberg with relentless fury and the iceberg screeched in fear of their attack as glittering veins of cobalt and silver pulsated upon its surface. The temperature was rising, as the iceberg drifted south, pushed forward by the slashing wind. The iceberg fought against the warm currents till its last breath, but all was hopeless. An unyielding crack started to crawl across its surface, explosions of cold mist whooshing as the iceberg crumbled, expiring away; connecting with the clouds and the ocean.
Oct 4th, 9:12
A tiny, conical drop of water spiraled through the gray and blue mush of fog tha
He WavesHe waves. It's a friendly little gesture, almost a two finger salute to an old friend. He's watching you through your window.He Waves4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Boy has fine, burnt umber hair that shines like silk in the midmorning sun. It's almost a shame to see it in the unisex, unflattering buzz cut of the OldGens. He is obviously one of them; the OldGens. No self-respecting NewGen would be caught dead in this kind of state muddy face, torn knees, his empty collection sack over his shoulder. It is the NewGens who are expected to keep themselves neat and orderly. They are the only ones for whom it is worthwhile doing so.
As a NewGen child, you have been raised to behave exactly as your parents tell you. And your parents behave the way the GenWatch tells them. But in all your years, the one thing they have not been able to straighten out of you is your curiosity. So you stand up. You leave your desk exactly the way it's not meant to be covered with unfinished homework and you
I Play Pianissimo For HerI Play Pianissimo For Her12 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I play pianissimo for her.
I play pianissimo for her, who was quiet all her short life. The dark, rapid tones of the grand requiem I play for her whisper across the brooding room. The ivories dance beneath my fingers, not laughing though I tickle them solemnly. This is her tribute, and she smiles at it from her seat, a sad smile that sees nothing but herself.
She is my only audience, besides the mantel clock and the faded lambrequin. The lambrequin has itself to worry about, and the clock just ticks along merrily with the music severely out of tempo. The golden-faced watch gracing her wrist, however, is silent. Like her.
The grand piano, its black skin reflecting the thousand candles that perch on its top, is mutinous. It prefers to disbelieve my story, mutilating my pure emotions into something darker as they pass through its mouth. I do not like the story it tells (
The Emo SongThe Emo Song9 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Sorry guys, I changed the poem to a picture format and added that nasty watermark. I'm sick of people stealing it. I really don't know why you guys like this poem. It's really crappy and horribly written.
I don't care if you can't read it anymore, but I hope you still enjoy. c:
HumanityThe world is an angry place.Humanity8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I do not disagree.
But should not one be a defender
Of what remains beautiful
Of what remains of humanity?
For all that is wrong,
Can we not find a right?
In all that is dark,
Can we not find a light?
For each painful death,
There is a beautiful birthing of life.
For each hateful word,
Is there not good to match?
For each rape,
Is there not glorious love?
For each bitter divorce,
Can we find a blooming marriage?
Why does humanity seek to destroy itself
By scrutinizing the wrongs,
And ignoring the rights?
The world is an angry place.
I do not disagree.
But are we blind to the good?
Deaf to the laughter?
Do we condemn humanity
In its youth?
Boris the ManskinnerBoris the ManskinnerBoris the Manskinner11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When you skin a man you'll find
he peels like ripening fruit.
He will scream when he has nothing
to confess; pay no mind
when you hear him. If
he speaks, his words
do not equal our words.
The ineffable skinning is key.
The cryptography of silence
urges care in the carving. Between
the shoulder blades
and the base of the skull
lies an area of exquisite tenderness.
Here, the skin is a folding
map stretching across the back
each curve a lesson
in the nature of geodesics.
Lay the skull bare.
The face, perhaps now horrific,
is a primal glyph of the
inquisitive nature of man.
"no" or "why" will rise like
the water table in a storm.
The fruit is then ripe,
and a dream reader is called
to decrypt the contours
of the skull. What life was lost
will reveal itself.
I, Boris, can help you.
In Russia it was severe and cold
during the war.
Master of RavensMaster of RavensMaster of Ravens10 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
My little brother is nine years old the first time I decide to kill him.
During the night, snow fell over the jagged wreckage of our land. In the morning I realize he will follow me outside if I call to him. Like an awkward-limbed colt he'll stumble through the snowdrifts, and I can leave him to the ice and wind in the shadow of a three-walled building. No one will see me. Our father will think he has gotten lost on his own. I too will cry when they find his body. When the mourning is done, however, I will be my father's true and only son. 'Cam,' he will call to me, and I'll kneel down before him.
My father. Master of Ravens. Crow-Runner. The Blackbird King.
I pull on my winter boots, knot the coarse laces.
My little brother asks, 'Cam. Where are you going?'
'Out,' I tell him.
'To play in the snow?'
'To look at it.'
When he was born, my little brother was named Taliesin. His is a world without myths, of course. Such things perished in the great f
Tontine Chapter 1Tontine Chapter 14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It was one of those hot, lazy summer days when you could do nothing but take a bath or lie in a hammock reading magazines. The only problem was, that there were no lakes nor oceans to bathe in, and all the magazines were either "not meant for children" or about cars. Really, the exciting prospect of spending a summer at Ace's uncle had turned out sour for the freckled boy and his baby brother Luffy.
Okay, maybe uncle wasn't the right word to describe the white haired man, since he had no blood-ties whatsoever to the boy. He only was a very good friend to his father, and often offered to take care of the boys when Garp had too much work to bury himself in. Pretty much like Luffy's uncle Shanks did. So these "brothers" had a big family, and at least the younger of them wasn't all that hesitant to include new cousins, brothers, aunts and grandparents.
And that hot summer day, the two boys were dangling their legs over the edge of the leather couch and sipped lemonade without any big inter
liquor store woman.liquor store woman9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Under houston summer heat, she wavered
like asphalt (as if she weren't there
at all); in ralston's parking lot, the smoked-down Newports
and malt liquor bottles were hers as we
scorched our feet jumping rope and
the girls sang "miss mary mack" til we
fell on our faces.
Next to the graffiti wall, she slid in
Her cart and her dead, empty face
took cover from the sun while we recklessly
burned through our childhoods.
BuddyLost in a maze,Buddy8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Leaving no impact
Because it comes out wordless,
More empty than
The attempt itself.
I tell myself
Are running low,
Along with the hope
Of a happy ending.
Is it wrong
To think hopefully
Toward an end?
Dignity left me
Fourteen years ago.
My humor is gone.
I'm lost in a maze.