Full MoonPale light brightens the beaten pathFull Moon6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Taken so many times in the past
Where one set of paws crush the leaves
Marking this land his territory, his home
Now the monthly run has come
Wolf is jumping out of the skin
A suit made of flesh and human bone
Wolf is ready to run on this full moon night
It always starts with a subtle itch
But leads to a burn, a passion of fire
Bright enough to melt and reshape
The bones and humanity of his form
Claws sprout from rounded fingernails
Ears stretch and perk straight up
As a long and profound muzzle appears
Slowly being covered in light brown fur
A groan of pain slips from his lupine formed maw
As his transformation makes its completion
Yellow amber eyes, a black leather nose
A bushy brown tail and hard padded paws
Again he was whole, wild, ready to be free
catching upI'm spent andcatching up6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
sitting. broke and bleeding.
within my memories,
your hands are
I can't forget
what time forgot.
The PastThe past is behindThe Past6 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
But I still feel the ripples
Disrupting my flow.
A Study of Twins: Ch. SixChapter SixA Study of Twins: Ch. Six5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Sometime after theyd gotten home from welcoming Bluestreak to the world, Ratchet and Ironhide went about their usual schedule of getting the twins refueled and ready for recharge. Once that was done, the two of them retired to the main room of their living unit, where they sat down to relax. Itd been a long solar-cycle and it did Ratchet a world of good to just sit back with Ironhide.
Ironhide had switched on the vid-screen to a low volume. Neither he nor Ratchet paid much attention to the report feeds that were played at the end of the solar-cycle, but the sounds made for good background noise while they relaxed. Ratchet was curled up against his mate as they sat, a cube of mid-grade cupped in his red hands. Ironhides arm was wrapped warmly around the medics shoulders with a cube of his own energon in his other hand.
It was a quiet evening, well-deserved. The two adult mechs finished their energon cubes slowly, content with spending time with
Not a Possibility... Part2 - 3 YEARS LATER-Not a Possibility... Part23 years ago in Romance More Like This
I sat reading and drinking herbal tea. It was another Christmas . Robin had finally asked star to be his official girlfriend. Whoop-dee-fricken-doo for them. I still remembered clearly that 3 years ago I had the heated romance that Robin and star now have. It may have only been for a few minutes and after a shit-your-pants-scary movie Not to mention with a green animal boy Beast Boy. Things hadn't ben the same between us after that. It really sucked. He still annoyed me and tried to make me laugh.. but there was something different about it. It had an awkward base. I really wanted thing to go back to normal for us but I guess that doesn't happen when you have an almost one night stand with your team mate Cyborg ended things with Bumble Bee and just recently got back into dating with our newest house guest, Jinx. Kid Flash got bored with her or something and Robin welcomed her in wi
TFAV Drab 04 RP OP RES PRELUDETFAV Drab 04 RP OP RES PRELUDE3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Transformers AlterVerse Drabble 04: Operation Rescue Eagle One Prelude
(Note: The drabbles take place in a series of time frames after TFAV Chapter Arraignment and Answers and before the TFAV Chapter named Rescue Prez)
"President Whitemore has been captured by Russian Forces. Use of him and cabinet as hostages and leverage is inevitable. Revise Request: Send all Autobot Alliance as well as FSOF, NEST and GI JOE Strike Teams to retreive High Priority Target. This is of utmost importance. Failure is not an option."
- Autobot Alliance Pulsewave Communiqué to all Autobot Alliance and Allied forces, 2 days before the launch of Operation Rescue Eagle One.
Year 2010 A.D._
Somewhere in the Middle East_
G.I. J.O.E. (Global Integrated Joint Operations Entity) The Pit_
2 days ago_
Hawk - 'I want reports now! We have to have all our plans in order."
Duke: All the Joes were prepped and ready, but unfortunately we cannot s
I will be thereI will be there3 months ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
When paradise falls,
And darkness roars,
Through broken halls
Behind blocked doors
I will be there.
When reapers come,
To end our existence
When others run,
At in instance
I will be there.
When your back,
Is against the wall
Rally for the counter attack,
For the darkness will fall
I will be there.
This is a war,
We must unite to win
I will be there.
To the Citadel
And unleash hell!
I will be there.
On the day
We make our last stand
When we charge into the fray
To the last man
I will be there.
When we return,
With our heads held high
Know that now,
No one else will die
I will be there.
When you stand there,
Looking for me
When you burst into tears
When you see...
I am there.
A Study of Twins: Ch. OneChapter OneA Study of Twins: Ch. One6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Ratchet was woken from recharge by the sound of crying sparklings echoing through the unit. He groaned and nuzzled against Ironhide lightly. He felt the larger mech put his arms around his waist as the crying continued. It took both of them several breems to realize that the crying came from the sparklings that theyd settled into the room just across from their own. Ratchet on-lined his optics and pushed himself away from Ironhide, getting off the berth and sleepily heading into the other room.
Sideswipe was crying at the highest pitch his vocalizer could manage and Sunstreakers cries were just as loud, if not louder than his brothers. The medic leaned over the edge of the crib and picked up Sideswipe, pulling him close and cradling him. The sparkling slowly started calming down as Ratchet bounced him up and down. Ratchet knew the young mech couldnt be hungry; a quick scan showed Sideswipes energy levels as normal and he had just
A Study of Twins: Ch. ThreeChapter ThreeA Study of Twins: Ch. Three6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
As the orns passed and the twins became more comfortable with their home and the surrounding area, Ratchet and Ironhide began taking them out of the unit and into the neighborhood more. Sideswipe was a little more attentive while on the excursions that Jazz, in a neighborly jest, had dubbed family outings than his brother. Sunstreaker was often too busy figuring out his surroundings through other means, putting things in his mouth whenever he got the chance.
Sunstreaker, get that outta your mouth, Ironhide said, reaching down and pulling the item in question out of the younglings mouth.
Sunstreaker watched quietly with wide blue optics as Ironhides hand took his latest chew toy out of range. Then, much to the red mechs chagrin, pulled a stylus out of the carrier he sat in and stuck it in his mouth. Ironhide gave an exasperated sigh and reached to take that away from the yellow sparkling as well. However, this time, Sunstrea
Hitchhiker Entry on MosquitoesHitchhiker Entry on Mosquitoes7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The Encyclopaedia Galactica tells us that mosquitoes are small creatures part of the insect family that go around sucking the blood of animals so that they can breed and grow. It continues on to say that there must have been an evolutionary reason this bug was created, as all things have a purpose.
The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy, however, begins its entry on mosquitoes by calling the Encyclopaedia Galactica the encyclopaedia for God loving, environmentalist bastards who need to think that everything has a purpose so that they can survive in life, and after a few more degrading words to the opposing repository for all knowledge and wisdom, such as how much better the Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy has been selling and claiming for several pages that the Encyclopaedia Galactica staff consist of cannibals who eat babies for breakfast, lunch and tea, it goes on to say that mosquitoes are quite possibly the most annoying things in the universe.
Mosquitoes, it s
Tricks for TreatsTricks for Treats2 years ago in Humor More Like This
"No way, Rumble. I want to be Optimus, you can be Megatron."
The purple mech shook his helm and tighten his grip on the sleeve of the coveted costume, "I don't want to be old bucket head! You be Megatron!"
Starscream chuckled as he watched his creations fight over the costume. His mate, Soundwave, was trying to get one of them to agree to wear the Megatron costume he had made. "I don't think your winning this argument, dear." the seeker said, placing a comforting servo on the blue mech's shoulder.
Soundwave sighed and gave up for the moment. "Lord Megatron, only agreed to let us celebrate this holiday if someone dressed up as him. At this rate it will have to be one of us."
"Well, it's not going to be me, I already have a costume. Besides, I would never give outdated slag-heap the satisfaction."
Fifth, Tenth Doctors and the MasterI just watch one of the ancient episodes with the Fifth Doctor and the Master and I was surprised how much this Doctor is tough with the Master. So I imagined those few lines.Fifth, Tenth Doctors and the Master2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
-Help me, Doctor!
Fifth Doctor :
Tenth Doctor :
-My poor baby, you wounded yourself with the knife you intended to cut my throat off. Let me give a sweet kiss on it.
-Go away ! Leave me alone!
feminazisFeminazis are by far, one of the most annoying people. They bitch and complain about how a woman's rights are ignored, and that they still aren't equal. However, they only bitch about things they have worse, like paychecks. However, if a guy holds a door open for them they act like it is nothing. In fact, many of them expect the guy to hold the door open for them. This isn't equal rights. Every time I see a feminazi I just want to hand them a dictionary and have them look up the word equal. Though most would choose to ignore it anyways, and try to convince others of their horrible plight in the world. What's worse is most of them, at least from my experience, blame all the problems of the world on me. Somehow in their diluted little world women do nothing wrong, but it is all the fault of men. I admit, guys are at fault for a lot of things, but that is a person by person basis.feminazis9 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Songbird IIShe could feel hands cradle her feet. She could feel the cold paint they used to coat her toenails. She could feel the warm hands rub oil onto her feet as they massaged them, preparing her for her next performance.Songbird II3 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
She sat in the cushioned chair motionlessly. For years she had been pruned and displayed, and for years she had been blindfolded before each song. She had memorized the layout of the room she was kept in, the room she was prepared in, the hall that led to the stage she would sing on, and the Cage she was thrust into as a mockery of what she was; a cruel, inhumane reminder that she was owned as a Songbird.
She was no closer to discovering who brought her here, why she was being kept, and who these people known as "Watchers" were. She had never seen them, and from what she could gather they were merely seeking new ways of enjoyment. Keeping a human girl locked up in a specially made cage to sing as a son
Beefcakes the Manicorn I heaved a deep sigh as I shucked more and more into the garbage bag clenched in my fist. Bit by bit, I was tossing my childhood into this bag - my old G.I. Joes, Legos, anything else I could scrape out from the back of my closet. To my great disappointment, my thirteenth birthday was quickly approaching, and that meant no more childhood fun and games for me.Beefcakes the Manicorn4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A chord was struck in my heart as I cleared away a few papers to reveal a hand-drawn scrapbook from when I was eight or nine. I couldn't help myself. I picked it up, setting the bag full of memories down, and shambled out of the trash heap, making my way towards my bed in a state of post-adulthood dejection. On the cover, there was a crayon drawing of what I could assume was myself - a rough stick figure with spiky brown geometrical shapes for hair and gaping blue O's for eyes. My mood sunk deeper and deeper as I thumbed through the pages - oh, what fun I had had with my
The Thing About ClichesI.The Thing About Cliches5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If this were a cliché,
A poem, or both
It would be about sparkling midnight skies and heartbeats and flowers and sex.
There would be oceanic eyes and rain that tastes like tears. Well throw in anxiety-riddled murmurs and metaphorical bullets and allusions to sharp objects for pity.
This is not a cliché anymore.
So instead I wrote about the flavor of emerald and the fragrance of April hope. I painted pictures of a perfect pencil, poised over a blank page.
If this were a romance,
A message in a bottle, or both
It would still be cliché, to capture electric fingers and longings locked away with skeleton keys, and drugs.
Wed find footprints in the sand and read angels into them. Wed collect rejected roses, tarnished rings, and hopeful held breaths where the tides washed them up, tie them up with ribbon, and cork it all away for someone else to worry about.
This is not a romance either.
So instead I baked coffee cake while it rained, and picked the wee
Obsessed With Doctor Who WhenObsessed with Doctor Who when....Obsessed With Doctor Who When3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
1. You think fezzes are cool.
2. you think bowties are cool and you want to wear them everyday of your life.
3. Wearing a vegetable seems fashionable.
4. You have a button that says David Tennant makes me squee. (sad to say I own one.)
5. Angel statues scare the holy fuck out of you.
6. You have an action figure of your favorite Doctor and carry him around everywhere. (I have two. one of Tom Baker, and Matt Smith wearing a fez and holding a mop.)
7. Apples are rubbish.
8. Pears are gross and disgusting.
9. You see a british phonebooth and you automatically claim it as your own TARDIS and invite your best friend to go see the dinosaurs with you in said TARDIS.(I have one!)
10. You like Bananas.
11. You get into major arguments with Back To The Future fans.
12. You want your own personal Dalek.
13. You have written Bad Wolf on atleast one thing that is blue.
14. You know atleast three songs by Billie Piper.
15. You watch Law and Order UK now that Freema
Wayward: chapter two. My awaited death sentence was never executed. No pun intended.Wayward: chapter two.5 years ago in Horror More Like This
Faced with the possible death of an unnamed, unknown child, the patrons of the bank acted in accordance with the anonymous man's requests. Although, from my view on my knees, all I could see was the frantic bypassing of well-shined business shoes and people with their faces on the ground, arms over their head, I could hear - faintly, mind you - the amused chuckling of the aforementioned anonymous man, the low sound emanating from the shadow behind me, all too pleased with the reaction of John Q Public. Eventually, the cold pressure dropped from the back of my head, and, as if it were a trigger, a huge rush of relieved air escaping my near-hyperventilating lungs. A small glimmer of hope erupted into a starburst of gratitute as a bank attendant shuffled forward, gripping in his sweaty hands an iron box, the lock jimmied open to reveal a sliver of a view - and what ap
Thirteen He'd been doing it for as long as she could remember.Thirteen6 years ago in Horror More Like This
That crazy-looking guy - the one with the pained expression and the twitchy hands. Every day, for the past six months, as she walked home from work, she could see him doing it. Pacing. Muttering. Twitching.
The ally way she took home had been discovered quite simply - she didn't have a car, and the walk to her apartment building was treacherous with human traffic and noise. One evening - her second day at the new job, to be precise - she had taken a back way that proved to lead directly to the back door of the building she lived in. She was extremely grateful for this noiseless alternative - she never saw anyone else along that walk home. Except for him.
Every day. Every time she passed. The dark-haired man, obviously a neurotic of some sort, paced in front of the door of an obviously abandoned building, talking quietly under
The Amazing Athiest: A RantYou know, I've been seeing this guy around YouTube lately called the Amazing Athiest.The Amazing Athiest: A Rant5 years ago in Editorial More Like This
Now, before I get started I see no wrong in athiesm, I know plenty of cool athiests who respect what I believe and I respect them. That is, what America was founded on: Tolerance and Freedom (not so much relevant anymore but it was the thought that counted).
Well, TAA is definatly not someone to respect others opinions.
He embodies everything wrong with athiesm:
Radical butthurt losers who think that all religious people are stupid andf can't comprehend science.
Now, to TAA he is a poor, misunderstood, handsome young man that wants to bring order to a chaotic world ruined by religion.
To everyone else besides him and his ass kissing fanboys, he is a fat hairy schmuck who sits and complains about shit he doesn't know about and is really ruining the world more with his intolerance.
Seriously, he preaches of Christian Hypocrisy all the time yet he really needs to take some time and look in the fucking mi
How2Make An AWESUM Female CharHEY? So you want to make an awesome female character that will be loved for all glorious ages to come? Well look no further! In several easy steps, you'll be well on your way to gracing fiction with what will eventually become one of the greatest female characters of all time!How2Make An AWESUM Female Char5 years ago in Editorial More Like This
1. Real Girls Don't Wear Pants. A major rule in physical design is never ever have your female character wearing pants. Or, GOD FORBID, jeans. She must always wear either a skirt, shorts, or some freaky variation between the two. But never pants. (unless they're really tight pants that let you see everything. Black leather is also highly suitable for this purpose.) Also, the more of her legs people can see, the better. Legs, breasts, and ass are a major part of female design today, after all. Also, skirts that allow you to easily see her nether regions are also a big plus.
2. She Needs Physical Strength A girl can be all damsel in distress thou
Wayward: Chapter 1way-wardWayward: Chapter 15 years ago in Horror More Like This
1. turned or turning away from what is right or proper; willful; disobedient: a wayward son; wayward behavior.
2. swayed or prompted by caprice; capricious: a wayward impulse; to be wayward in one's affections.
3. turning or changing irregularly; irregular: a wayward breeze.
I'm no story teller.
Back when I used to be the oldest kid of the household - the way-back-when, a friend of mine calls it now - I'd have to lull twelve sugar-fueled minds into their pillows and consequently into a state of comatose rest. I was never good at it. I always spoke too loud - I can hardly hear myself talk when I whisper - and my stories were never good, anyway. Even though I'm not the only one who could tell just about this very same story from an accurate point of view, I'm the only person willing. Willing isn't even a good word to use - see, I told you, no luck with words - moreover, I'm eager to share some of this with someone else. It's an absolutely bizarre feat of nature,
La nouvelle petite sireneIl était une fois, une petite sirène. Cette sirène nétait pas si différente dune jeune humaine, dans le sens où, comme toutes les jeunes filles de son âge, elle rêvait du grand amour.La nouvelle petite sirene6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Aussi, passait-elle de longues journées à imaginer à quoi il pouvait ressembler,
cette oisiveté favorisée par le peu dactivités quoffrait le bras de mer où elle vivait.
Un jour, un groupe damies vint la chercher afin de faire une incursion à la surface. Elle nhésita pas une seconde pour accepter. Cela serait sa première expédition dans le monde des humains ! Elle en était tout excitée. Il nétait en rien interdit aux sirènes de se rendre à la surface. Bien au contraire. Mais il y avait bien longtemps par ici que personne ny était allé. Même la surface ne présentait plus grand intérêt par ici ! Malgré tout,