Practice Poem - Man In CagePractice Poem - Man in Cage:Practice Poem - Man In Cage in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
When I was young I was taught that pain begets pain,
Anger and animosity, malice and cruelty;
So deeply inflicted, so lovingly gifted.
I tasted of its rotten core and dared to call it sweet.
But what do I have to show for it?
White hot scars that burn in my dreams.
Reminders of a fragmented bi-polar self;
Self inflicted propaganda, to reinforce the "truth".
Truth so lovingly fabricated by a weakness within,
So desperately crying out for vindication;
Openly denying all that might shed light upon me,
Seeking only the company of shades in shadows...
Within four walls I sleep in exile;
Quietly pretending that I am still sane,
Never noticing how it has all turned out;
Alone I remain the same...
Never reaching, never living; I am free within the cage
-Chen Yuan Wen, 1st January 2012
BelovedBeloved:Beloved in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
With a bright radiant smile
If only for me...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 4th January 2013
Dark Sadistic Muse:Dark Sadistic Muse:Dark Sadistic Muse: in Free Verse More Like This
I seat myself before the computer,
With fingers poised over fading keys.
Eagerly awaiting my latest epic;
Yet frozen by a lack of inspiration.
Here I sit, staring at the blank document.
The dark background mirroring the world behind me.
I swallow hard as my body locks;
Hairs tense as I sense her arrival...
Slender fingers soon wrap themselves around my throat.
With claw-like nails digging in painfully,
They prick the skin that lies just beneath my Adam’s apple;
Leaving me nursing a rather painful necklace.
"Your hands aren't moving," she coos softly,
Her clawed fingers gently stroking my chin.
"Why is that, I wonder?" she asks with a grin.
Her expression reveals a pair of pointed canines,
Both framed by lips as seductive as sin.
"I'm sorry my lady", I whisper in reply.
The excuse tumbles slowly from a paralyzed tongue.
"I have had no inspiration you see;
No dreams with which I am able to write."
She laughs at this; cruel and cold,
Tossing me from
If you give in, they winIf you give in, they win:If you give in, they win in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
There ain't no one in the world who can decide your limit,
Cause if you're playing this game, then you're playin' to win it.
I don't believe in the words of the hopeless and dry;
These wings are born full of freedom and they're achin' to fly.
I don't care if the world gives me scars on my back,
Cause I will wear them with pride over a suit that is black.
I am the heaven and the hell and I'll make you believe it;
I am an angel and a demon and I swear that you'll feel it.
Cause I ain't never gonna give in - never say die.
Until the moment that I am ash I will always have tried.
Until the very last minute, when the skies are grey,
You see it raining black lightning but I'll never go astray.
Because the path is before me; it's laden with dirt,
But I will trudge across the mud to the heart of the earth.
I am the core of what makes you; the drill that'll breakthrough,
So follow if you feel me cause I'm comin' right at you.
Your attitudes are made from a bo
I Know You Hate Me Now But...I Know You Hate Me Now But...:I Know You Hate Me Now But... in Free Verse More Like This
Just give me a chance alright, I'll explain
To me, you're the girl that I notice everything about.
The way you laugh, the way you smile;
We got along great back then, even if we don't now.
And to be honest, I miss that...
You had the most lovely silky smooth hair
You'd give me the cutest anime girl smile
I wish I'd talked to you more about Manga,
Hell you got me started on the whole thing.
You were fantastic at drawing too
Man I was always jealous of that talent,
And I loved your drawings, like I once loved you.
I wish that you could have been a professional.
I would have bought your book every month y'know...
You encouraged me to write.
Back when my stories were shit,
Back when my poems were still baby's rhymes.
You taught me not to give in and I was grateful.
Now just let me finish alright?
I know that you won't speak to me.
That's okay, I admit to being an ass,
But the reason that I'm writing this poem to nobod
Counting All the VoicesCounting All The Voices:Counting All the Voices in Free Verse More Like This
How many voices choose to speak; a debate within my head.
As I lie awake, counting cracks, on the wall above my bed.
I seem to think of random colours and things you've never seen.
But I don't like to hear the ugly voices, some are rather mean!
Though I suppose we are a loving family and thus I must accept
That when it comes to stashing bodies, we are most adept...
Best of luck detective, you have three days to find her (^_^)/
-Chen Yuan Wen, 8th February 2013
The Flower of EvilThe Flower of Evil:The Flower of Evil in Free Verse More Like This
Evil is but a blooming flower,
It is born from a humble seed
And grows to corrupt a forest.
To watch its infection spread;
To be a part of its existence...
I can think of no better prospect,
Indeed one might baulk at the idea,
Of seeing millions suffer.
To watch worlds scream and writhe;
To see them suffer and die, with living eyes...
Yet there is a mysterious beauty in such devastation,
Fear that shakes me to my very core;
Is transfigured into a twisted pleasure:
As I am frightened, so too am I aroused.
I am addicted to the ephemeral sensation;
To the borderline between rapture and rupture.
To see my own blood soaking from splitting wounds;
Leaves me maddened amongst these blooming flowers
-Chen Yuan Wen, 1st May 2013
These Hands Are So Red...These Hands Are So Red...These Hands Are So Red... in Free Verse More Like This
These hands are now red and so slicked with this blood,
I can't even wash it in a basin of mud...
As I scrape at the skin of those demons I chase,
I am left with a smile mixed with pain on my face.
Since I swore I would savour this blatant disgrace,
Let perversion be writ in these scars I will trace.
From the tip of my shoulders to the base of my tongue,
Are the names of those sleepers so cold and so young...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 15th March 2013
The Real WritersThe Real Writers:The Real Writers in Free Verse More Like This
There are those who sit with their laptops and tablets,
Clothed in a scarf and an artistic hat of some sort.
They ponder; leaving a stack of books beside them,
Sipping their decaf as though they are literature personified.
What works do they prepare, other than blatant copies,
Perhaps a half-baked romance designed to woo a lady.
So convinced are they, of their own aptitude;
They are blinded by the beams of their burgeoning ego.
For the writer is not the man who is tapping away at keys,
He is not the man fervently reading with lensless glasses.
He is not the hipster debating ancient literature.
For he is a monster, wearing human skin.
He is the deranged madman, eccentric, uncanny.
He is the one who sits catatonic;
An entire world of fantasy playing in his mind.
He has gone through millions of scenes,
Thousands of scenarios, hundreds of plots
And dozens of characters.
He is not the man you expect him to be,
For a true writer is utterly WEIRD.
The PoetThe Poet:The Poet in Free Verse More Like This
He smiles as he sees her sleeping
& gently covers her with a blanket.
He goes to the window and looks out
watching snow fall, ever so slowly...
He sees people in the streets,
Chatting, walking. Some happy,
Others sad. Hearts beating,
Hearts broken; some warm, some cold.
He looks back at her, as she stirs in bed.
A yawn from her, brings another smile to him:
"How cute," he chuckles as he strokes her head.
He runs his fingers through her hair and is content.
Yet, even if he is happy here, again -
He is drawn to that window and finds himself
Staring out at the street and watching;
Marveling at the disparity and wondering -
Isn't there something that I can do?
Isn't there a better way for us all?
He looks back at her, sleeping peacefully;
He thinks about the future and sighs.
He wants a better world for her,
One where she would always be safe,
But unfortunately, he has no power.
He is just one man with little to his name.
He picks up a piece of paper, one found lyin
Be StrongYou can break me,Be Strong in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
You can rip me to pieces,
Do all you want to me.
I have withstood the strongest storms
Humanity has thrown at me,
Defeated supposedly invincible foes.
You can scream at me,
Shout at me,
Treat me like trash.
It doesn't matter.
My soul is already
Shattered to pieces.
These are but new scars
To add to my collection.
I am used to this pain,
Humanity may consider me useless,
Society may shun me,
But still I can go on.
For once you've experienced
Enough of this,
You get used to it.
You wish to crush my hopes?
By all means, go ahead.
I'll just pick up the pieces
And move along.
Call me rebellious,
Call me whatever you wish.
I have long since learned
To ignore such taunts.
Do what you will.
It doesn't matter.
Tell me all my friends have
They may be gone
For a period of time,
But they will someday return.
Abandon me to the dogs.
I'll find a way to survive.
I will endure t
Prince of ShadowsShadows of the darkest black,Prince of Shadows in Spoken Word More Like This
Blood of the deepest red.
Crimson stains and scars from time,
Purest white now tainted by tears.
Such is the way of the Prince of Shadows.
Silver of the clashing swords,
Chaos of the world outside.
Hidden tales of untold honour,
Carefully concealed nobility.
Such is the way of the Prince of Shadows.
Shattered soul of the hated darkness,
Consumed and forged by the strongest flames.
Endless days and endless nights,
Wandering, searching, looking for peace.
Such is the way of the Prince of Shadows.
Eyes which tell of silent pain,
Quiet, contemplative, sorrowful.
Alone in the world without any aid,
Yet somehow overcoming all obstacles.
Such is the way of the Prince of Shadows.
Peaceful yet sorrowful,
Apathetic yet caring.
Injured yet still alive,
Always struggling to survive.
Thus is the way of the Prince of Shadows.
TimeAnother day,Time in Spoken Word More Like This
Another day draws to an end.
Time is not in our hands;
It flits back and forth
And we fail to catch it.
As night falls for the last time
Will you have any regrets?
As dawn arrives
Will you be ready?
As the bright light engulfs you
Will you accept it?
Our time is precious.
We know not when the last day will come,
But what will we do until then?
What will you do?
What MattersWhen you are lostWhat Matters in Spoken Word More Like This
When you don't feel like going on
Remember what matters to you,
What you are fighting for.
When you bleed
When the pain is great
Remember those you love
That you are fighting for them.
You will fight for what matters.
If you give up now
All will be lost.
Keep on fighting
Even when you are broken
Keep on going
Keep on persevering
Even though all seems lost.
All may leave your side
But you shouldn't stop
Keep fighting for them,
Even though they
No longer care for you.
What matters to you?
I ask you this now.
Remember what you are fighting for.
EnoughI have had enough!Enough in Spoken Word More Like This
When will the dream end?
When will I wake up?
I have seen too much bloodshed,
Too much death.
The nightmare will never end,
Lifeless eyes staring back at me.
This is no dream,
This is real.
I wish to escape from reality,
Go back to sleep,
Return to my dreams of peace
HonourFighting,Honour in Spoken Word More Like This
Because he has your respect,
You would smash through
The gates of hell for him,
fight the world for him.
He is more than a friend,
He is your life,
If he dies,
You go down with him.
The fields of chaos lie ahead of you,
Your friends and brothers next to you,
Your commander behind you.
Welcome to the battlefield.
Fragile LivesTattered blue daisy,Fragile Lives in Spoken Word More Like This
Flowing down the stream.
Where do you come from?
Where do you go to?
Such is the fragility of life,
Pushed along by the currents,
Tossed about by the waves.
Trampled black rose,
Underneath the feet.
When did you fall here?
How long have you been here?
Such is the fragility of life,
Crushed by the world,
Forgotten by the people.
All is found
Yet all is lost.
All is remembered
Yet all is forgotten.
Never ending, never beginning,
It is the endless cycle:
Walls come tumbling down
And then they are built again.
Autumn is once more upon us;
Soon it will be winter.
Everything fades to white.
The broken leaves flutter to the ground,
Leaving naught but memories behind.
A year goes by as the snowflakes fall,
Only the palest ghosts remembered,
All else saved for the dusty old history books.
All over the world,
All the time,
Children are born,
And people die.
Death grows near,
And life is short;
No one can escape the struggle to survive.
Dream your dreams and think your though
WarWar takes its toll on everyone:War in Spoken Word More Like This
The young children crying in the streets
Without their parents.
The soldiers who have lost comrades.
The commanders who have lost their men.
I have seen wasteland after wasteland
Decimated by war.
When will it all end?
I wonder if it ever will.
I am tired of all the killing,
all the bloodshed.
Enough is enough!
Death of a SnowflakeThe ice is melting.Death of a Snowflake in Spoken Word More Like This
Spring is coming.
And one by one, the snowflakes perish.
Ashes to ashes,
Dust to dust.
Snowflakes to water.
Such an intricate design.
Such a pity.
All of them are dying.
This one, too.
Don't bother trying to pick it up -- it'll just die faster.
Besides, you can't pick one up
Without picking them all up,
So why bother?
It's just a show, anyway.
Pretty, helpless littles things.
They're created, they die, they are reborn.
They always have a second chance.
Yes, little snowflake,
I'm looking at you.
Human to snowflake.
Being to substance.
What say you?
Want me to die?
I can die.
I can die, just like you.
Want me to live?
Well -- why?
You don't know life.
You just know existence.
Existence, not life.
Oh, well, when all is said and done,
You'll have died a thousand times,
And me, just once.
But doesn't that make all the difference?
Pain with PurposeI am in painPain with Purpose in Spoken Word More Like This
-- but so what?
I am tormented daily
-- but so what?
I face endless nights
-- but so what?
I face insurmountable odds
-- but so what?
Until my end
I will continue to fight
For our continued survival
In this world of chaos.
If through my suffering
I can bring peace
And safety to others,
Then so be it.
I worry not for myself
But for the future of the world
As we know it.
You may not be able
To share my burden,
But being with you
Eases the pain.
I am grateful
For your presence.
For staying with me
All the way,
Phonetic Similarity (Reach AU)"It's coffee. Go on, try some."Phonetic Similarity (Reach AU) in Short Stories More Like This
Coffee. Caffè, café, it all sounds the same, I wonder what the Hungarian word is, I bet it doesn't sound the same. She eyeballed the innocuous little plasticy paper cup with the same terse attention she'd give any enemy in crosshairs, then reached for it. Her hand was pale, tiny without armor on. She wondered if the rest of her looked so sickly.
Across the table, such a short yet long distance, sat a man. He was shorter than her, like most men, and he lacked the hardness that made Spartans their own breed. He had dark skin but alarmingly blue eyes, and she hadn't asked him about that yet. In fact, she rarely spoke to him. He was one of them, a suit with a radio in his ear and a "get away with anything" license, and he was here to make sure she didn't do anything unusual. She ignored him. But she was interested in the drink he'd brought her.
Smells like hazelnuts, caramel too Reach had had hazelnut trees. She remembered
Dear Someone,I don't know who you are or why I had the sudden urge to write this. You could be anyone in the whole wide world. But for some reason, you were on my heart this morning. I haven't slept all night, and I guess staring at the ceiling makes one think about what really matters.Dear Someone, in Letters More Like This
You're one-of-a-kind, you know that? Not factory-made, not mass-produced, not something but someone. Even if you're a twin or triplet, you're uniquely and wonderfully you. There is something about you that no one else has, and that the world would be woefully without if it were taken away. From the curve of your eyelashes to the barest hint of a smile at one corner of your mouth when you're trying not to laugh, you're a collection of little miracles all wrapped up into one special and wonderfully made package. Each of your cells custom-made, chains of DNA specifically forged and coded just for you. But you're more than science. You're tangible and intangible, physical and ethereal, radiating emotion and life
Animus facit nobilemI know it's selfish to dwell on the dead. Wasteful, even. That's what Mendez always told us, me and every other teary-eyed orphan in Beta. Is that what he told you, too, back when you were a kid? But I can't get this out of my head. You shouldn't have given me your dog tags... every time I feel them tangling up with mine, I get this tight feeling in my throat. It's starting to hurt now.Animus facit nobilem in Short Stories More Like This
I made it to civilization, or at least what's left of it, nine days after you... left. Got pretty banged up in reentry, but we're made to get banged up and keep going, I guess. The horizon was burning, and I kept glancing up at the sky, though I don't know what I was really looking for. Maybe that beautiful white-on-purple cloud you made when you took out that supercarrier's midsection. Yeah. Bet it looked like a star to everyone down below.
(I didn't cry when you threw me off and I didn't cry when I watched you go, but after I woke up on the ground and realized I was by myself, it hit me and I could
Illusion, a Halo fanfic"Ha. Beat that."Illusion, a Halo fanfic in Short Stories More Like This
The man paused for a millisecond before moving his next piece, brow furrowed as he contemplated his newest strategy. The holographic chess set flickered as he tapped a black square and his knight moved there, then he withdrew his hand and folded his arms, daring his opponent to make her move.
Cortana's "eyes" narrowed and she gave a little huff, moving a castle to counter her adversary's advance. "That was just luck and you know it," she declared, a hint of frustration in her smooth voice. The AI, only a few inches tall on the board, rested a "hand" on the nearest bishop and cocked her head. "I'd love to see the gears turning inside that thick skull of yours, but sadly I don't have X-ray vision. What's your plan?"
"Winning," the old man muttered, then moved a pawn.
Cortana snorted and promptly captured the pawn with a pawn of her own. "Right. You are predictable if anything," she sighed. "But you know you can't beat the best mind around, right?"
"I can try."
Refugees, a Halo Reach fanficJuly 24, 2552Refugees, a Halo Reach fanfic in Short Stories More Like This
Near Visegrad, planet Reach
The refugees huddled under a makeshift shelter made of tarp as the cold wind blew rain sideways. The survivors of the attack on Visegrad were a motley, depressed lot, most of them still in shock over the fact that the feared Covenant had come to Reach. UNSC Army troopers supervised the group, offering them MREs and blankets to keep warm. It was a gray, wet, ultimately nasty sort of day.
Vera refused to sit, however. She stood at the entrance of one of the tents with her arms crossed, eyes squinted as rain pelted her exposed face. Inside she felt a little numb, a little overwhelmed, but mostly she was mad. Mad that the illusion of safety had been turned inside out and that her planet was being walked on by alien feet. Mad that she was too young and insignificant to do anything about it. She'd asked one of the Army troopers if she could help fight the aliens and he'd laughed like she was being silly. She hated him for it.
Remembering NobleIt wasn't an impending air raid, but it sure sounded like one. The girl moaned and rolled over in her bed, her eyes fluttering open unwillingly. She tried to reach for her alarm clock, but got tangled in her sheets and, in the ensuing struggle to get free, fell out of bed, taking her covers with her. She landed in a heap on the floor and made an "oof" sound, then extricated herself awkwardly and staggered to her feet, finally able to turn the hated device off.Remembering Noble in Short Stories More Like This
It was 6:00 in the morning, still a bit dark outside. The girl drew in a hasty breath as the chilly morning air nipped at her bare toes. She immediately attacked her chest of drawers, pulling out a black and yellow jogging suit and a black tank top, which she put on hastily. She glanced in the mirror and went over to her cabinet, where she took out a jar of hair gel and slicked back her short, wavy auburn hair. This done, she went back to the bureau and put on some socks, then running shoes. Then she exited her room, l
Before the Long NightThe hole in front of me could have been a grave. It was deep and wide, punched into the ground by the narrow tip of a Scarab's leg. I jumped over it lightly, my M6G pistol snug in my right hand. The sun was going down, and Carter wanted all of us back at the cave by dark. I didn't blame him. I'd had my share of nocturnal combat the night before-- I was in no mood to go skulking about in the darkness again, especially after the day's events. I was tired, I was sore, and more than anything, I was disappointed. We all were, I guess. Watching a Covenant supercarrier utterly destroy a UNSC frigate tends to depress people, even Spartans.Before the Long Night in Short Stories More Like This
I climbed up to the opening and stopped short to look behind me, make sure I wasn't being followed. Then I stuck the pistol to my hip and slipped inside, eager to join the cluster of yellow dots that waited there.
"Glad you made it back," Kat said dryly, looking up from her TACPAD. Carter was a few feet away, helmet on, but from the way his shoulders slumped
recovery (Halo AU)Doctor Halsey pushed her glasses up exactly one millimeter - they weren’t comfortable unless they were just right, and given the unpleasant situation, small comforts were essential. The information displayed on the lenses troubled her as much as it excited her, though she strove to keep the excitement contained. It wouldn’t do to let the others know she felt anything but dispassionate about this… issue.recovery (Halo AU) in Short Stories More Like This
Across from her sat a suit of armor. It was taller than her by more than two feet, a hulking mass that resembled a bipedal tank. It didn’t have a face, just a reflective gold visor so polished she could see herself in it. I wonder how many have seen their faces just before they die in that visor, she wondered, and pushed the thought aside. She steepled her fingers and leaned forward slightly. “The reports say you became… distracted. Intriguing. Would you care to enlighten me?”
The armor moved. Flinched. Anyone but Halsey wouldn’t
The Mona Lisa--EndgameAnd they went at it.The Mona Lisa--Endgame in Short Stories More Like This
Lopez ducked as Henry attempted to turn her head into paste with his cricket bat. She barely avoided the Elite's quick-as-lightning manuevers. Lopez was no fool; she knew that the Covie was stronger than she could ever dream of being, and one mistake would mean the end of her life. Her limbs didn't want to obey her, her body ached and ached, but she made herself fight, desperate to survive, crazed and determined. She wielded her assault rifle like a club, swinging at Henry, missing him as he casually sidestepped her blow.
Behind them both, the last escape pod.
Maybe she wouldn't have to actually kill Henry, just get past him and launch the pod and get the hell out of here. Henry could kiss Flood, for all she cared. Benti, rest her soul, might have objected, but Benti was dead, worse than dead, and Lopez's chief priority was getting out of this situation alive. Just so she could beat the crap out of Foucalt, rip whatever accursed chit of software that was Reb
when you notice a kat in profound meditation"Are you seriously peoplewatching?"when you notice a kat in profound meditation in Short Stories More Like This
Kat's arm shot back and her elbow dug into Jun's ribcage, eliciting a grunt from the sniper. He stepped back, hands raised in a gesture of surrender, and she turned back to the vista. "I like watching," she said coolly. Her green eyes flicked from side to side as streams of pedestrians flowed by the ONI building, all of them different shapes and colors. "It's like getting to know someone without all the annoying chatter."
"You start bringing home dead birds, we're gonna have a problem," Jun snarked. He cautiously leaned on the railing beside her, keeping a few inches between them. He had on the usual gray and black uniform all Spartans wore, but she was wearing sweatpants and a sleeveless top the same color as her armor. It brought out her eyes, Jun mused, and knew if he ever told her that she'd just glare at him. Her eyes are pretty when she's mad
"See anything you like?" Kat asked, gesturing at the masses below.
"I tend to ignore faces
Rebels of Never Are WeIt was midnight when my heart struck out;Rebels of Never Are We in Free Verse More Like This
Whispering eyes catching mine.
Lonely arms on lonely shoulders;
Heartbreaks cure divine.
Shaky and unsure we were;
Alone so long, till now.
Unpractised hands swept over thighs,
And shyly out we bow.
In a pile on the floor lie we,
The forsaken rebels of never.
And when we stand, we shake hands,
To say goodbye forever.
Make My DayWhy am I not graced with loathingMake My Day in Free Verse More Like This
In her beauteous stead?
Vaguely she doth smile
And oblivious, bows her head.
I wish my heart would listen
Instead of taking me here.
Yet somehow I cant do it.
I'm always back soon out of fear.
Though I try to concentrate
On something other than she,
I am forced to understand
She is ignorant to her effect on me.
Someday shell find out,
I gather I'll have run.
Shell probably yell
That she was only having fun.
Leave me be,
I want not to stay.
If you do, keep gone;
Youll only make my day.
DistractionsThere's a boy in my head again. I try to concentrate on vital thoughts, but there's a nagging in the back of my mind and when I drag it forth he appears behind the curtains of my eyes. I sit in class awaiting the solution to an equation and accidentally yank him from the depths of my subconscious until he is standing in front of me, smile wide, eyes sparkling, lips inviting.Distractions in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I struggle to remain alert, but instead I feel the warmth of his skin bare against mine, the brush of his kisses down my neck, right down to my collar. I breathe in, to clear my head, and inhale not the smell of pencil shavings and old textbooks, but the scent of his soap, deodorant and that smell that all men seem to possess.
I blink my eyes spastically to rid myself of the insane thoughts that riddle my brain, but I am hit with a wave of passion as I hear his breath hiss out in a low moan as my hands glide over his body, warm on his cold fingers, cool on his burning back. They trail across his cheeks, dance down
Carpe DiemIn dangers day we stayed awayCarpe Diem in Free Verse More Like This
From knife and flying hand.
Here we lie upon the sea
Of the protected banned.
We lost all trust
When we killed lust.
So now we look on
With 22, bust.
The game was played,
The cards on the tables.
But protection stole our power
And left us with our fables.
Judge us not by what we say
We spit out only what we can.
Do the trick that got us far
And screw our security plan.
MiseryIt didnt take as long as they said, but even then I felt every day as though it was several years. It was slower than slow, seeing him become more frail, more limp, more dead.Misery in General Fiction More Like This
The smile on his lips was thin, I could see the agony behind it, but he was so brave. I think that was the worst part, knowing he was a living lie for me.
When it came to the last day, I knew it. He was in the hospital, as he had been for several months. I had visited every day, slept there most nights.
He had his eyes shut and I was listening to his breath rasp in and out. The room was dark with lonely perceptiveness, it knew what was coming, had seen it time and again.
I looked at his face, skin on bone. His eyelids fluttered and opened. Just. Eyes of no substance looked feebly up at me and he gave one final nod.
I knew what he wanted, I didnt want to, but I knew it was right. There was nothing left. Nothing except love and we both knew that would be dead soon too. Replaced with an eternity of nothi
Miss You AlreadyTomorrow youll be gone with the last kiss from my lips lingering on yours.Miss You Already in Free Verse More Like This
Cry for it.
Feel the burn.
Wish Id learn.
Watch you gather speed on your wings and rocket away from nothingness.
Accentuate it so I can see where I am on the scale of missing you.
With tears in my eyes.
Wed watch the world go by.
But youre leaving me;
You cannot stay;
You wouldnt want to;
If you knew I was this way.
If I miss you come back and slap me hard and leave again because I'm not allowed to love.
Yesterday you were not on my horizon;
Today you irk the strings of my contentment;
Tomorrow youll be gone
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Unwritten. Hit by a truck.
And if that occurred
(Though simply absurd)
I suppose Id yell,
Know my story
Learn it well.
If you have children
Its them youll tell.
Then by name
Theyll all know Belle.
Plague of DreamsI realised something today. Something I have no words for. All I know is that it reveals some horrifying, raw truth that I have a feeling might just kill me. It started off just as a thought meeting a crossroads, choosing a path, then meeting another thought, then another and another. These thoughts passed through my mind with the vacant blatancy most thoughts seem to have, until they met the fateful thought that was lit ablaze by the torch held by a chain of preceding thoughts.Plague of Dreams in Emotional More Like This
This thought was different. It wasn't new. It was covered in cobwebs and grey with neglect and I wish terribly that I had left it alone to wallow; empty and forlorn. But I didn't. I carried it to the front of my mind and examined it. It wasn't a forgotten memory that wrought my soul with terror. It wasn't something that made my cheeks blush in excruciating embarrassment. It was something that I had the misfortune to believe was in the past. Something painful that I craved, and still crave. Like being infatuated
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To tell our lies
And not just
Leave them all behind?
Was it uncouth
To kill the truth
And bend it backwards
For tomorrows youth?
Was it too bold
To leave exposed and cold
All those alone
Only just worth their weight in gold?
Was it not love
When we came from above
To abuse our power,
To push and shove?
Was it unjust
To kill the trust
Pocket the money
And quench our lust?
Though were untamed,
Can you play the game?
Kill for kicks
In your countrys name?
RunningI'm under no illusion that everything back home is okay. I know when something's gone wrong. Is it wrong of me to run away from terror? I can't take it in my stride. So I made a dash for it. But even if I have run, it's still with me. Riding on my back. A burden and a concern. It's not as if I can go back now anyway. Too many questions will be asked and eventually I'll have to tell them my whole story. Everything. I can't even find a starting point in my head. I just don't want to think.Running in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It'd be bliss to escape that one for a little while. To forget what's waiting right around the corner for me to stumble unknowingly into. But I won't be fooled. I'm not going back. Once my story is out I'll be kept right there. Within sight. Within reach. Without hope.
Perhaps they'll believe my story. It's a crazy one, but they'd know the truth if they heard it. Right?
Either way, they're after me. Wanting my thoughts to be slipped under a microscope and analysed until my head can't take any more and
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Hangar Twelve, Karnak Public Spaceport
Chalice Leader pulled his Shinobi into a tight turn that pushed him into his seat and brought his gunsights around to the target speeder's building. "Five, tighten up." Huh, they've stopped. "Chalice Lead to Control, target speeder has halted. Suspects may be planning to hole up in this hangar." Time to destroy their ride. He grinned as he nosed the fighter over and locked onto the speeder.
Suddenly, his lock was obliterated by an AG-4400 light freighter that barreled out of the hangar, going from zero to Mach 2 in less than four seconds. "Jesus fucking Christ!" somebody yelled.
"Language, Three. Control, be advised. Suspects are airborne, attempting to escape in a starship. Cronus Engineering AG-4400 Type Five."
"They still make those?"
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Karnak City Hall
If one were to compare a holo of City Hall taken on 20 June with one taken this morning, one would be hard-pressed to realize that the two buildings were the same. The United Galactic flag that flew so triumphantly from the flagpole had been cast to the ground of the parking lot and run over by a series of APCs before it was unceremoniously pissed on and burned. The flagpole now flew the Royalist banner, a cross of golden flames on a burgundy field, and underneath it the flag of the United Church of the Creator.
Two squadrons of Shinobi enforced a no-fly zone over three square kilometers around the building; no vehicle was allowed past the perimeter in either direction unless it passed inspection.
In place of the podium, five steel posts with manacles now stood, for use in executions.
All in all, fear was the word of the day. Kervorkian knew all this, and didn't give
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Chapter One: The Interrupted Anniversary
Fort Karnak Apartments, Karnak
21 June, 1017 Galactic Standard Date
Major Drake "Icepick" Williams, United Galactic Fighter Corps, smiled across the dining room table at Maria, his wife of two years, then began to appraise the body he knew as well as his own. At only 160 centimeters of height, and weighing a mere 59 kilos, she was dwarfed by his 190-centimeter, 91 kilogram frame. Her slightly too-wide lips, angular face, and mismatched green and brown eyes made her a bit too odd-looking for classical beauty.
Drake, however, had learned long ago that beauty is only skin deep, and Maria's lively, tomboyish personality and bright-as-a-star smile easily made up for her physical faults. There was no one in the galaxies he loved and depended on more than Staff Sergeant Maria Jane Tomlinson-Williams, also of the Figh
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Approx. 5,000 Kilometers from Malek III
Drake locked his strike foil wings into attack position as the squadron dropped out of hyperspace inside the militia cordon. Though the Black Knight was extremely stealthy, coming out of hyperspace so close to the pirates was guaranteed to get them noticed, so he went straight to active sensors. "Cruncher, can you get a config ID on those two frigates?"
"Need the usual info, or something special?" Cruncher got her callsign from "number-cruncher," referring to her skill with databases and math.
"Hold on. Got it. Pantolomin Shipwrights d'Gafra-class escort frigates. Stock loadout is ten heavy turbolaser turrets and twenty point-defense lasers."
"No missiles?" Tango Ten, 2nd Lt. Clong "Crow" Corvi asked.
"Not on the stock model, no."
Dancer opened a broadcast channel to the pirate vessels.
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Drake was now in command of the eight surviving Tangos, a job which was not enjoyable in any way. He had reorganized the squadron slightly, taking the wingman-less Pax as his wing. Now they were in the thick of a major firefight, trying to hold off a determined Royalist attack alongside the surviving militia Dynacrosses while keeping an eye out for space-to-surface missiles. To make matters worse, the orbiting capital ships were blasting away at anything that moved, not even bothering to check their targets.
Drake dropped in behind a Shinobi and fired, but only grazed it. The enemy fighter lit its afterburners and shot away from him; Drake spat a few half-hearted potshots at it, then veered left.
"Control to Tango Lead, come in please."
"Tango Lead here," Drake acknowledged.
"We're reading a group of dropships in the southeast. Get after them.
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Cockpit, SS Wheel of Fortune
Hyperspace, Outer System Defense Zone
Kalavic Marza awoke in her captain's chair to the alarm on her clock. She glanced at the time. 0350. She wiped her hands over her face and looked at the displays. The navicomputer readouts indicated they were coming up on Isis. She punched the intercom key and said, "Okay, boys, wake up; we're in-system." There was a chorus of drowsy acknowledgments. "Stand by; I'm bringing us out of hype in thirty seconds."
She reached for the drive controls as the timer counted down towards zero. At three seconds, she shunted power to the sub-light engines and switched over to entry/exit mode. The low thrum of the hyperwarp generators rapidly rose in pitch, then with a splat-vroom, the blue-white "tunnel" shattered into its component star
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Main Hangar, Outpost Five
Avril pulled his welding visor down and lit his laser cutter. Sparks flew off the ruined plate of durasteel on the exterior of the Wheel's main fuel tank. This won't be pretty, but it will work, if I can get a piece to patch the hole. He finished the cut and gripped the inside of the hole, then pulled. A squarish piece of durasteel about the size of a prep unit gradually came down as the Galactic tech inside the tank cut through to the outside. Hang on -- oh, ftava! he had time to think before he rolled out of the way. With a loud clang, the square metal piece fell to the scaffold, bounced off the edge, and crashed noisily to the ferrocrete floor of the hangar.
Avril took off his visor and poked his head up the hole. "Hey, Cardano, give me a little more warning next time, okay?"
"Sorry, Tyar," c
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The comm channels erupted in cheers as the Wheel of Fortune's engines flared, and she vanished into the distance. Dancer pumped his fist in the air, and then stomped hard on his left rudder pedal while pulling back and left on the control stick. A siren went off. Missile lock. He quickly I.D.'d the source -- the Valhalla -- and fired his afterburners as the Black Knight whipped to port. Then the siren turned to a constant tone. Mierda. "Icepick, I've got a missile lock from the command ship."
"What about your ECM?"
"No me ayuda."
"Damn. Hold on. Go straight at top speed, I'll drop back and try to shoot it."
"Careful, Drake." Dancer leveled out and threw the engine wide open. Icepick's fighter stopped almost dead in space. On the scanner, the missile quick
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Cockpit, SS Wheel of Fortune
Main Hangar, Outpost Five
Kalavic Marza tried to relax into the pilot's chair, but the usual calm just wouldn't come. Not surprising, considering what they were about to do.
[Kala-sava,] Avril's voice crackled into her headset, [you ready?]
[Didn't think so. Reactor diagnostics are green, pressure tests are all coming back within acceptable limits. We're go for launch.]
"If you're going to be talking back and forth to each other, do it in Basic, willya???" one of the militia gunners aboard grumbled.
"If it's in Anz'kaldic, it's not directed at you, Mayhew." Kalavic punched a key. "Outpost Five Control, this is the Wheel of Fortune, requesting permission to launch."
"Stand by, Wheel." Kalavic waited a moment, then heard. "We're having some trouble with the bay doors.
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Dressing Rooms, North Square Amphitheater, Karnak
22 June, 1017
Kervorkian had deployed more than 25,000 troops and battle droids to secure Malek Prime's capital Karnak. One hundred were out in the open now, guarding the royal persona against assassination as Kervorkian delivered his address to the public. Another two hundred laid in wait, ready to contain a possible riot. Fifteen snipers covered the theater from the rooftops. Seven hundred-some civilians had been rounded up purely to listen to his speech.
Personally, Kervorkian considered the speech a pointless waste of manpower, manpower that would be better used policing the streets. Malek Prime had deteriorated somewhat since he had last been here; gangs and criminal syndicates centered on narcotics had taken up residence in the back alleys of Karnak, Centerville, and Bronson Falls. Several gan
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Birthday: November 22nd
Occupation: Ren works as a full time 'nanny', watching over the most expensive teenager in Domino: Mokuba Kaiba. She often finds her tasks a bit overwhelming, and she cannot stand her boss, but for the most part, she loves her job to bits.
Personality: To put it simply, Ren is a super bitch, taking every chance she gets to slam her employer. She loves games of power and wit. She's loud, outspoken, can be plain obnoxious at times, and has no problem saying everything that's on her mind. She has very strong beliefs, and will argue them until she is blue in the face.
Ren's blunt nature can often come off as rudeness, but deep down, she really is quite the softy. She loves kids, being the oldest of three girls, and loves to garden, though she sucks pretty badly at it. And if you get to know her well enough, you might even be lucky enough to see her playful, flirty side. Though she won't show it to just anybody.
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Birthday: October 16th
Occupation: The gun enthusiast of the group, Nat is a one-woman armory. Supplies weapons for heists.
Personality: Calm, logical and level-headed, Natalie is the Yin to Amelia's Yang. Isn't quite as headstrong as Amelia, she likes to wait and plan out her every move. Places a lot of her faith in facts and numbers. She's very organized and logical, with a love of adventure and explosions.
Weight: 137 lbs
Hair Color: Dark blonde, chest length, usually pulled over one shoulder in a loose ponytail.
Eye Color: Dark blue.
Outfit: Very fond of heavy coats with many pockets, despite living in a relatively warm (albeit windy) city. Likes dark wash jeans and headbands to keep her hair out of her face.
Weapon: A gun enthusiast, she likes to let the rest of her group rush into head-on battle, while she sits in the back, easily picking off enemies with her sniper rifle. Likes to occasionally use twin p
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Birthday: March 7th, 2194
Occupation: The leader of a ragtag group of bank robbers. Amelia's essentially in charge of making sure that nobody fucks up and kills everyone.
Personality: Bossy, argumentative, headstrong and bold would be words to describe your first impression of Amelia. A little difficult to get to know at first because of her bossy nature, though she softens up quickly. She values friendship more than anything, and though it may take a while for her to open up, once you've gained her trust, you've got a friend for life. Protective and positive, Amelia has lived her life always trying to do the right thing. Though today, she's been trying to do what is right for herself and her friends, rather than what society deems to be the right thing.
Weight: 133 lbs
Hair Color: Choppy, medium blonde chin-length hair,
Eye Color: Dark green
Outfit: Due to the economy being so shitty and everything being so damn expensive, Amelia
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Birthday: January 2nd
Occupation: The driver. Has NO training in evasive driving or racing, and often will make miraculously stupid saves, such as ending up driving backwards into oncoming traffic, and accidentally diving in front of buses.
Personality: Polite and courteous, and only slightly spastic. A bit quiet around new people and those he doesn't like. If Cameron doesn't like you, you won't know until he finally punches you in the face. Very friendly and shows his true colors around those he's familiar with. Though, those true colors may not be quite as bright as his outward front may suggest. Generally pretty upbeat, though in tight situations, he's pretty pessimistic. Is often shouting about imminent death while he's hauling ass away from a heist.
A wannabe ladies man, and horribly unlucky in love. He wants nothing more than to settle down with a family, and is rushing to find a girl.
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Birthday: January 11th
Occupation: Tierry works with Paulina, designing and altering clothes to be used during heists.
Personality: Very quiet, from years of being put down by his father. Polite and somewhat shy around most people. NOT GAY, but his hobbies and outward attitude lead many to believe that he is.
Weight: 179 lbs
Hair Color: Dark brown, styled into a neat fauxhawk.
Eye Color: Olive green.
Outfit: Tierry makes a lot of his own clothes, usually seen in trashed boot-cut jeans and tee shirts, cut to show off his muscular arms.
Weapon: Though he doesn't look it, he's quite the tank, with unbelievable stamina and a crippling punch.
Background: Raised by his father with his two elder sisters in San Francisco. Tierry was trained by his father to be a competitive kickboxer, and he competed in underground fights through his teen years. He
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Birthday: October 21st
Occupation: Ranks First General in her universe's state military. Fancy title, but it pretty much means that she sits behind a desk and pushes paper four days out of five. However, once needed in battle, she is usually the first out in the line of duty.
Personality: Miharu has a very tough frosty exterior to break through to get to her true personality. She believes very much in honesty and tough love, and will not hesitate to call a subordinate a complete idiot or smack them upside their head for making a stupid mistake. Has lost near her entire family and her only hope of ever having one of her own, so she covers her sadness with a snarky, almost snooty attitude. However, though she may have a spiny front put up, once close enough, she's really quite soft. Her dry, sarcastic humor will still shine, but in a more loving manner towards her very small group of true friends. She is unwaveringly loyal towards those she's close to, and will go th
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Birthday: July 1st
Occupation: Assassin, working for some undisclosed corporation.
Personality: Shrewd, sneaky, a master of deception. Avalon is the quintessential Devil in a red dress. She'll seduce you, lead you away from safety, and then kill you and take your stuff. And look damn good doing it. She's incredibly one-track minded, and lets nothing get in the way of her goals.
Weight: 134 lbs
Hair Color: Deep red, styled like a 1980's punk rocker. Long bangs, short and spiky in the back.
Eye Color: Dark brown.
Outfit: Avalon's outfit is crucial, as it must be both functional, and skanky to seduce her prey. She struts around in knee-high black leather boots, a short black miniskirt, torn dark grey leggings, a bright red camisole, and a fitted, dark grey leather jacket. She proudly displays her shiny white sword on her hip, stating that it "looks cool", though it's more than just an accessory. &
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Birthday: October 14th
Occupation: Lieutenant in the state military, and assigned to work directly under Miharu as her protege.
Personality: Guillaume is the quintessential middle child, trying his hardest to live up to the unrealistic expectations set by his eldest brother, and is failing almost indefinitely. He has massive confidence issues, ranging from his strength to his appearance to his personality, and all in all, he doesn't really like who he has become very much. However, the man is determined to the teeth, and when he sets his mind on something, you had better believe it will get done.
Guy has got so much heart and soul, and is working on being able to stand on his own and use his own voice. Though he has technically been a man for the past five years, he will not consider himself a 'real man' until Miharu is finished with him.
Hair Color: Light brown, and very well taken care of.
Eye Color: Hazel
Outfit: Guillaume prides himself on his ap
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Birthday: April 30th
Occupation: An established makeup artist, Paulina supplies disguises for heists.
Personality: Very confident and zealous, with drive shooting out of her fingertips. Paulina's got great work ethic and knows how to do her job better than anyone else. A bit of a workaholic, she'll stay up until all hours of the night perfecting a disguise, craving absolute perfection. She's incredibly stubborn and never takes no for an answer, often causing her to argue until she's quite literally blue in the face. Stupendously opinionated and absolutely detests being wrong.
Weight: 138 lbs
Hair Color: Her hair is constantly changing, currently a bubblegum pink A-Line cut.
Eye Color: Pretty baby blue, which she's incredibly proud of.
Outfit: Very stylish, often seen in dark jeans stuffed into knee-high leather boots, and low-cut silk tops beneath bright business jackets. Has a small di
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Birthday: June 25th
Occupation: Lieutenant in the state military for the past year, working with Miharu's team in stopping the terrorism against the military.
Personality: Bright, chipper, and has a healthy competitive nature, Greg is the shining ray of light in Miharu's team, when he's not annoying the living hell out of everyone around him. Is fairly oblivious, and often won't notice when he's inadvertently insulted someone. When he does these sorts of things, he usually doesn't mean it, and he really has a good heart and good intentions.
Carefree and confident, there is near nothing that will bring Greg down. However, at times he can be a bit unfocused and overconfident, which gets him into trouble with his superior officers.
Hair Color: Blonde, short hair is styled into a windswept faux hawk.
Eye Color: Green
Outfit: Greg, when not in uniform, prefers comfort above anything else, running around in black boots, light, straight-leg jeans, and white V-
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Harold Goldenmayer - Underwater prison
Harold Goldenmayer: Sinclair Solutions gave me a big apartment - hideaway, where I can make escape plan. I'm scared of things happening on Apollo Square. What a horrible mess! Mad citizens can do everything to get that damn ADAM. Shots, explosions make that city dying. It's hard to say it, but I'm scared. I'm scared like never before. Even I've stopped working! What should I do? I've come to Rapture, trying to runaway from wars, misunderstandings and government and what that underwater city has given me instead? Chaos even worse than on the surface! So that's why I'm sitting here, on my couch, thinking. Thinking how to runaway from that underwater prison and see the sunset again...
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Harold Goldenmayer - Atlas vs. Ryan
Harold Goldenmayer: I've come to Rapture, because of conflicts and wars on the surface. And what? Since that lady Tenenbaum had discovered ADAM everything became easier. For some time. People are mad now. Using Incinerate, Winter Blast, guns to kill others, to have ADAM. Rapes, murders in that nice city. We have to defend ourselves but how? There's come Mr. Sinclair with Sinclair Solutions and that rewards program. War has started since Atlas and his band attacked Kashmir Restaurant and Ryan Amusements. Atlas vs. Ryan. Where's war, a lot of people dies. I must survive - fight like they do. I don't want to hurt anybody, but I'll kick somebody's ass if that somebody tries to hurt me.
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Peter Anderson - Writter in Rapture
Peter Anderson: On the surface I was a writter, earning a lot of money, being rich man. When Mr. Andrew Ryan proposed me to live in Rapture I was thinking that's joke! But no... I said "yes", leaving my big, beautiful house, that luxury and came to that underwater city, which I knew only from my imagination or books. I've come there with my son, Lucas. Andrew Ryan has given us a really nice apartment in "Athena's Glory". Well... My son started school here and I found a job in "Rapture Tribune" newspaper. Maybe our life here will be as nice as on the surface? I have to wait to know the answer.
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Edward Polmont - A spy
Edward Polmont: USA government has sent me here - to Rapture. When scientists, artists, engineers, architects had disappeared like Andrew Ryan, everybody went mad. Articles in newspapers, movies and radio broadcast with that boring speeches. So boring! So I've come here, not as a USA agent, but as a normal man, who will sell coffee and food from France. Olympius Heights is really good place to start the business. I'm going to earn money and buy apartment. I'm going to be rich as Frank Fontaine is!
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Peter Anderson - There's something in the air
Peter Anderson: I earn enough money, Billy's growing up,but it doesn't mean he's dumb. No way! My son has good grades in school and I'm so proud. Although we had some problems about living underwater - that's really frustrating! In that case, I've talked to Andrew Ryan and if everything will be fine, me and Lucas will see the sunset again! Have a little rest for month or two. Oh, we really need little break! Here. Here's something wrong. Something's in the air and it's bad. Really bad. I have no idea what it is, but something tells me that will change life in Rapture completely. Coming so fast, trying to destroy that underwater city. Trying to kill us all. Damn, I really need to go to surface. Lack of Sun destroys my mind...
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Harold Goldenmayer - Job to do
Harold Goldenmayer: Sinclair Solutions and Ryan Industries keep eye on me and they are not pleased. In contrast to others, who are in Sinclair Solutions program, practically I do nothing. Don't try to have ADAM, ain't playin' with plasmids and tonics. I don't want to kill innocent people, but it seems I'll have to choose: my apartment or innocent citizens. Lisa Elev told me that in Pauper's Drop are a lot of rebels, supporting Atlas. We have to shoot 'em up - that's our job to do. If I only could make something different instead, but I can't... I MUST kill them or Sinclair and Ryan will kick me out and my new home will be street... Street full of blood, corpses and fights.
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Peter Anderson - Inspiration
Peter Anderson: After three months of holiday on the surface we've come back. I don't know, but it seems that Sun helped us. Billy has grown up and I have got amazing vein, working and working. I'm releasing new book soon: "Secrets of the underwater utopia". Really nice story about city located somewhere at Atlantic Ocean. That utopia have been destroyed, because citizens had found amazing drug, which made them mad. It had given them a power, longer life but toke humanity. A few of my friends have checked it out and laughed, especially Winston Hoffner. They think that's impossible, but who knows...
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Harold Goldenmayer - Fighting for freedom
Harold Goldenmayer: Damn! If I had been quiet, Daniel wouldn't have been dead! Shit. Why I asked about Fontaine Futuristics!? *sigh* I've found Daniel today, after two weeks of his disappearance. Ryan Industries guards standing next to him. That young man looked horrible! Wounds, red skin, dirty clothes. Bacterial conjunctivitis. So sad. They had to give him a lot of ADAM, waiting when he will be mad. They've waited too long... Andrew Ryan is annoyed of that rebels and Atlas in HIS city. Discipline, severe punishments. Public hangings on Apollo Square. All of that shows, punishments, new laws annoyed citizens. They aren't scared, but mobilized. More rebels, more plasmids, trying to fight and defend themselves. Andrew Ryan says that we must have discipline, but it's pure madness!Insanity! There's no Atlas vs. Ryan fight anymore. There's something worse. Citizens are fighting for new tomorrow. Fighting fo
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A Hive Divergent Chapter Four: Boiling Point
Tarshessa brought her sons Henry, Jarsul, and Patrick with her on her next trip to the guest housing.
"I thought the guards were supposed to stay outside," one of the women scowled.
"Stop wagging your tongue or I'll rip it out and"
"Please, Mum, let's just get our task done and leave," Henry said, putting his arm around her and leading her over to the roof access hatch. They climbed up the rungs and the brothers manually reset the solar collectors.
"How's that, Desmond?" Patrick transmitted to his hivemate down in the control room.
"Numbers three and four are aligned. Number six needs a nudge two degrees left.....the rest look okay.....yes, six is perfect now...thank you." Desmond finished his maintenance check and closed down his station before exiting the room and locking the door. There were several "guests" waiting for him in the main hallway.
"We thought you said you'd leave us be until our transport came. Your women have been her
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The Third Story in the Xenomorph Series
The order is as follows:
2. Rachel & Raul
3. Desmond & Carina
4. A Hive Divergent
5. Alternate Universe Desmond and Carina
In later chapters, this story goes from PG13 to R rated for sexual content and some violence. The sexual content is understated and intrinsic to the story. If you desire a PG13 version of the later chapters, note me and I will oblige.
Chapter One: The Specimen
When Carina Worrell woke up in the hospital, her first thought was, "Damn, today's Display Your Biology Project Day! What'll they tell the kids?"
She struggled to open her eyes, to sit up, but her body refused to obey.
"Miss Worrell?" The voice was female, lower register, accent southern, probably North Carolinian... "Don't try to speak. If you can hear me, squeeze my hand. Very good! My name is Dr. Davis. You're in Mercy Hospital. You've been in an accident. We have an oxygen tube going down your trachea, so you won't be able to speak just yet. We've had you pr
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Chapter Two: Dissent
Desmond's hand shot out and grabbed the facehugger in midair. Both children were screaming, and the cries of confusion from the offworld xenomorphs were just as piercing in Desmond's head.
"Silence!" he roared aloud and in his mind as he struggled to keep his hold on the desperately thrashing hugger firm without injuring it.
"You will follow my commands without question or hesitation, all of you!" he barked, "You drones from this hive will guide my warriors to any cocooned prey and any eggs. All are to be brought outside ALIVE, is that understood?"
None dared disobey. Desmond shot a last snarl at the offworlders, then said to Patrick, "Please free the male youngling and bring him outside."
The hugger continued to struggle in his hand, but the little girl stopped fighting Desmond and held onto him instead.
"You saved my brother," she whispered, looking up into his alien face, "Why?"
"His death was unnecessary.... and I told you I was here to help. I dislike lying."
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Chapter Six: Trouble Brewing in Paradise
Veelruh and Rikan were with the other children listening to stories when the woman speaking stopped in mid sentence..
"Just a minute, children, I need to listen"
The women and xenomorphs all stood at once. Some were openly crying, and those who were mated clung to each other.
"What's wrong," asked the eldest girl, Mayron.
"There have been deaths among my kind on other worlds, the Chulah are saying to the council...." said Patrick.
Again, the hive members were silent, listening, emotion building. Suddenly they roared in exultation. The confused children huddled together.
"We're sorry if we frightened you, little ones," one of the younger drones said, "We have just received great words of hope and courage from the Father of The Queen. Here, I will repeat it to you, and we can discuss what it means..."
"The Federation of Interstellar Law is going to hear about this! You can't just confiscate people!" Aber yelled as he and th
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The Fourth Story in the Xenomorph Series
The order is as follows:
2. Rachel & Raul
3. Desmond & Carina
4. A Hive Divergent
Chapter One: Salvage
Miransa of the House of Ulrok the Lesser, wife of Desmond the Wise of the First Hive of the World, looked out over the sea from her perch in the ancient redfruit tree. Movement in the water past the breakers signaled the return of the hunting party.
"I see them," she called down to her eldest son, Raymond, who was gathering the fruit his mother had thrown down to him in baskets.
"Great," he stood below her, arms open, "jump!"
"You are crazy," she laughed and shifted around to begin her descent.
"My own mother doesn't trust me! I should be hurt."
"But you aren't, so just leave that notion alone, child."
"Yes, mum. Here, give me your hand."
He helped her over the thick roots and gave her a basket. They brought the fruit to the mouth of the oceanside entrance of the hive and strolled down the beach to meet the fishers.
The warm breeze brou
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Chapter Three: Of Arrogance and Compassion
In which the truth comes to light concerning the human children, and the ruler of an entire planet harbors doubts...
Several warriors led the new arrivals off with heavy hearts. It went against the xenomorph mindset to send away brothers. The aliens walked in silence, with no casual conversation during the several hours it took to trek to the far caves. Just before reaching their destination, the first host human awoke and shrieked as the new larva punched its way free. All the xenos stopped to clean the newborn and welcome him. They assisted in removing the tattered clothing from the dead host, giving the larva easier access to the more tender meat of the punctured torso.
The drones began to try and discuss their situation with the Hiveworld warriors.
"Is not this prey's flesh good to devour? These creatures are soft and weak, designed to provide us with wombs and food! How can you deny us the bounty of such prey? You need to join
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Chapter Five: "Give me liberty..."
(A short chapter, but it left me emotionally drained)
" Is life so dear, or peace so sweet, as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? Forbid it, Almighty God! I know not what course others may take; but as for me, give me liberty or give me death!" ~~~Patrick Henry, American orator, 1775
The Chulah arrived two days later. They were curt as usual, showing no emotion during the onslaught of complaints from the human refugees. The entire hive was chuckling internally, knowing just how little tolerance the Chulah had for whining.
"We have heard your statements. Your ship was cutting across our space before the xenomorphs overran you. However, since none of the crew has survived to testify, and your records were destroyed, we have no way of knowing whether any here had knowledge of that violation. Therefore, we are going to be magnanimous and take you to your destination as soon as we conclude our conference with the hi
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Chapter Two: Of Fear and Fire
It had been a long day, but arguably the best day Carina had spent in as long as she could remember. Her life now had a new purpose: The care and documentation of an adolescent alien life form. Looking at it from a scientific standpoint though, she knew academics worldwide would frown upon the deep-rooted fondness she held in her soul for her little specimen. The objectivity generally demanded by science simply could not be sustained. Carina loved Desmond. She adored him...
Desmond mastered the cat box straight away, and thoroughly cleaned himself with yet another substance he secreted. Carina took some of the secretion and sealed it in a labeled plastic bag and set it in the refrigerator. When she could no longer hold her eyes open, Carina wheeled Desmond over to a fluffy dog bed she'd purchased. She kissed his head and leaned over, placing him in the bed.
"Goodnight, Desmond. See you in the morning."
He watched her go, then stealthily crawled onto the fl