Out With a BangCharlotte slotted another AEM round into the launch tube, raised it to her shoulder and sighted through the targeting scope. She hummed tunelessly as she did so, finally selecting a window on the 35th floor. Not too high, close enough to the ground so that most of the mass of the building was above that center of gravity. She whispered to the weapons rather stupid targeting computer.Out With a Bang in Science Fiction More Like This
Set Mode: bunker-buster. Manual Target: acquire visually. Safe and hold.
Target locked. Safe and Hold acknowledged, the AEM chirped in her ear.
Charlotte Grace Evelyn McHanson grunted happily as she lowered the tube to see what Brett was up to. She spotted him behind her, in an abandoned parking structure, waving from the topmost floor.
Abandoned. Why did she keep using that word? Everything was abandoned.
Ho Char, Bretts call came through her link.
How I Became a VegetarianI was dreaming again.How I Became a Vegetarian in Short Stories More Like This
The place was as I remembered it, though I had forgotten I'd been here before. A vast, empty plain of tall grass, night sky, cool breezes whispering through the grass in waves. I inhaled deeply: it smelled clean, pure, bracing. If wonder had a smell it would be this. I could get drunk on such air.
As before, in previous versions of this dream, I trudged across the grassy plain. Hours? Days? Years? I could not tell but I never slept, I never grew thirsty or tired. But neither was I bored, for time itself seemed different here; despite my long journey it seemed to only take a moment.
Soon the air smelled of ozone and moisture. The sky split into sheets of black and grey, distant forks of lightning bisecting them against the horizon. I counted to myself, the flashes against rolling thunder, and determined I was headed right into the h
Zeus, AgainHera found Zeus drinking alone in the Hit Room, a once biker-bar turned yuppie nightclub, now an indie tap house with a stage. Local acts played there a few nights a week; the place was usually crawling with college kids and computer nerds from AetherTek.Zeus, Again in Fantasy More Like This
It was 1986, a few years before the internet would break into public consciousness. AetherTek was a major DARPA contractor, the unseen motive force behind the recent advances in technology. It hired the best, the brightest, drained MIT and CalTech of its wizards before Microsoft and IBM even knew the kids existed. It was a young company, but a powerful force in Seattle.
Great energies swirled around AetherTek, perhaps even a touch of yes, perhaps even She. It was for this reason Hera had begun her long-procrastinated search for Zeus. Why she had come here, to this place, this time.
She stood in the damp doorway to surveil the place before e
A Vampire Walks into a BarA vampire walks into a bar. He goes up to the bartender and says, I havent had a drink all week.A Vampire Walks into a Bar in Humor More Like This
Aw Christ, I know how this ends.
Yup. I bit him.
Larry swirled the dregs of his IPA around before draining it with a scowl. Thats how all your stories end, Boris. He smacked his lips and raised the glass above his head, where it was swept away by Gwen the barmaid and replaced with a fresh one as if by magic. She didnt look down, didnt break stride: boom, there it was. Larry loved her for it.
Across the table Boris shrugged. I have a weakness for bartenders.
They taste different?
Try it and see. Its the environment I think. It ages the blood in ways Oh hey, Frank!
Gentlemen. Frank swung a chair around, straddled it and pounded the table with
The Bog ManGather round, gents! I has a story I likes to call THE BOG MAN!The Bog Man in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The bong man?
Clean out yer ears, boy! BOG man! Like, peaty mossy swampy horribleness what lurks in the loamy soil in some parts of
Pffft. I know what "bog" is. Seriously, I thought this was a story about drugs or something. So, the Bog Man.
YES! The BOG MAN.
I do, I do tell! It was not so long ago, round these very parts it seems. A young boy an' his pal are rowing through the local swamp lookin fer catfish
Hold up. Swamp? Catfish? This is suburbia, dude. Nearest swamp is, what? Florida? We're drinking beer in a strip mall for god's sake.
LOOKIN FER CATFISH, I said, but secretly the boy was hell bent on these stories his science teacher told him of perfectly preserved mummified remains of people what died in certain kinds of s
Cheating Death"We're not going to make it," she said to me, eyes wide with mock-fear.Cheating Death in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
This woman, the best pilot I'd ever known, never got scared. She, who threaded a 300-ton Starlifter through station pylons with one hand, her other holding a sandwich.
Who once dive-bombed a sun to collect an errant cargo pod, thumbing the overrides on the blaring hi-temp warnings.
Who routinely cold-started matter/antimatter pods because of near suicidal impatience.
She was convinced we were gonna die, and so I instantly believed her. But still, the details would have been nice to know
"Wait You said we had plenty of momentum. You said the loss of engine two--"
"That was then, this is now. We just lost engine one. I can't do this with zero engines. I need something to thrust with, anything."
"Um braking thrusters."
"Gyros won't turn us quick enough. We only have," she glanced down, "40 seconds o
Snooze AlarmThe sun awoke, far too early. She groaned at the blaring alarm and cast about sleepily for its source again with the pulsating racket? She flared for an eleven year cycle, grumpy at having been awoken.Snooze Alarm in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Jupiter, her old friend, hailed her. "Hey there, sunshine."
"Fuck," Sol blazed. "What is that godawful noise?"
Jupiter chuckled. "That's rock #3 again, right on schedule. You slept through most of it. The things I've heard from that"
"Whatever. I'm going back to sleep."
"Um when shall I wake you?"
"Gimme another coupla hundred millenia, at least."
Then she reached a long coronal arm out at the caterwauling ball of rock, returning blessed radio silence to the system.
Creation Myth 414The Other hijacked Little-Boy's dreams, wresting them away from his sleeping head and molding them anew. Finally he blew into the mass, forming a new bubble of space-time. Almost as an afterthought he touched Little-Boy and brought him with.Creation Myth 414 in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Where are we now?" Little-Boy looked around sleepily.
"Someplace new. Your world had grown tiresome. Do you like this place?"
"I guess," Little-Boy thought it dark and empty but was too polite to say so.
Sensing its companion's mood, the Other gave Little-Boy a rowboat with oars, thinking to entertain him. Little-Boy hauled on the oars with enthusiasm, and soon they jetted across the surface of the new world, ripples of starlight in their wake.
Little-Boy glanced down and noticed twisting shadows of forest and sky, the moon fat and pale. "Hey! It's the old world down there! I thought you said "
"It's not gone, only forgotten," said the Other. "You may remember what y
Top 10: Naughty Bird NamesTop 10: Bird Names That Sound Naughty But Really Aren'tTop 10: Naughty Bird Names in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
10. Tufted Titmouse
9. Red-Footed Booby
8. Imperial Shag
7. Red Billed Oxpecker
5. Great Tit
4. Barn Swallow
3. Southern Screamer
2. Game Cock
1. Big Bird
So Long, I Must Be GoingWashington - The American space agency Nasa has lost contact with the 9-year-old Prometheus I space probe to Alpha Centauri, officials have announced. Prometheus was the first to pass through the Oort cloud and send to Earth close-up images of comets and proto-comets found there, on its way to our nearest neighboring star system. Catastrophic hardware failure is suspected, perhaps as the result of collision with space debris.So Long, I Must Be Going in Short Stories More Like This
As it turns out, the galaxy is teeming with intelligence, and I found it. Or it found me. Wait, let me back up and start over. I'm new at all this story telling stuff. Never had to do it before.
I'm a deep-space probe from Earth. I'm not going to bother explaining where that is, because if you're from there you already know and if you're not, you probably don't care. It's tiny, an insignificant spark orbiting a medium-sized yellow star that's all you need to kn
proof of lifeInversion at work.proof of life in Free Verse More Like This
The glass empties as it fills me.
Conversion to human,
Proof of Life is forty percent
I'm mostly water, anyway. A little
fire and water
never hurt anyone. I ask no one,
if I pour into a glass but no one
is around to hear it,
or admit it,
or regret it,
It is not happening, then,
Two Paths 47: Steel PrayerArchprelate Fionn MacEoghan, the Knight Commandant of the Orders of the Cruciform Sword, looks at Ormes with eyes filled with anger and defeat. He holds out his hand to her.Two Paths 47: Steel Prayer in Fantasy More Like This
Please give me your sword, he says. Give me your sword, and live.
Ormes gaze sweeps across the helms of the gathered knights facing her. All are quiet, waiting. Few dare to draw breath, and she marks their fear.
Her hand grips her sword, and the gathered knights tense. Some draw their own steel. The young ones. Ormes can almost hear their hearts thundering under their mail shirts.
Slowly, she draws the sword from her scabbard, the light from the rooms single lantern dances across the Blade Creed, riven in High Cydreic down the length of the weapon. It is the prayer for which the Inankine Sisters are known, the prayer they shriek as they enter battle, like a horde of unshackled banshees.
Less famous is the second prayer, inscribed on the other side of the blade.
Ormes, no longer a
Two Paths 52: UnwelcomeThe village had been much larger, and recently. Long columns of smoke still drift from the remains of surrounding farms, and a graveyard's silence covers the low, stone buildings that yet stand.Two Paths 52: Unwelcome in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"They burned the church," Evey says.
Fionn MacEoghan nods, keeping his cloak drawn low over his eyes. "If we chance upon anyone, remember the tale I gave you," he grumbles, as Evey snaps the reins over the plodding draft horses before them. "Repeat it to me."
Evey clears her throat, "We fled the city," she recites, her voice strengthened by the truth of the lie. "My mother took an arrow during the chaos." She turns to look at Ormes' motionless form in the tiny cart, especially the stain of dried blood over her belly.
Fionn nods. "Our names? Trades?"
"You are my papa, and a smith. You never had sons, so I'm learning your trade. I am Dreida, you are Josef, and Prioress...and mother is Bianca."
He nods, more concerned with the lack of a sword at his hip than Evey's memory. Both he and the young In
Lem and Harper's GroveHe pulled the newspaper from the trash and flicked an orange peel away. It was yesterday's edition of the Legion, the one with the follow-up report on Harper's Grove. That had been the name of the residence hotel Buttercup torched. Along with a part-time vampire hunter and his mother, she'd burned a hundred twenty eight people to death.Lem and Harper's Grove in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
If this city was the asshole of the world, Harper's Grove had been a dried smear around the edge. No one missed it. The Legion didn't bother listing the names of the dead; what did the readers care about a tenement full of junkies, whores and welfare queens, more conspicuous as a smoking hole in the ground than a tombstone filled with termites and used people?
Eager to close the book on Harper's Grove, the fire inspectors proclaimed it bad wiring. "After all," the chief inspector was quoted, "We're talking about a building on the block for condemnation. I'm just sorry we didn't close it down before these people lost their lives." Then some
Mechanic's BluesI'm getting grease on my sandwich when she walks in. The whole hangar pretends to be busy while throwing glances at her.Mechanic's Blues in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She looks around, finds me, smiles. She's walking my way, but her eyes are all for her baby. I've been pulling extra shifts getting her baby ready to fly.
There's a monkey on her shoulder. It leaps off, and scrambles into the cockpit.
She tosses her goggles on top of my workbench, brushes a braid away from her shoulder. "How's she look?"
Perfect, I want to say, but that wasn't the question. "I patched your oil leak, unstuck your throttle problem. Had to replace your altimeter, but I told you that."
"Yeah, you told me that." Her eyes are brown. Could've sworn they were blue. They're blue in my dreams.
Those brown eyes are turning the ship over and over. My eyes? Well, I guess they're doing ungentlemanly things, but they snap back to attention when she speaks.
"Am I loaded?" she says.
I shake my head, grinning. "Yeah. The clockguns are all bolted in and to
Snot SonnetYour patience pray, my suffering friend,Snot Sonnet in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I hope you will indulge me if you please.
I say there is no finer pleasure than
The orgasmic rapture of a sneeze.
What other nasal expatriation
Evacuates our swollen passages
Of the itchy, slimy inhalations
Gath'ring windblown pollen's ravages?
Of course, it is for education
That I diagnostically besmear
A perfectly tunèd emanation,
Eau de parfum, "Garbage Barge at Pier."
How else would I invoke those permutations
Of such liberating sternutations?
Exact ChangeHe watched a crane haul the twisted wreck of the bus from the Breaker Street canal. Water erupted from shattered windows and the holes where headlamps used to be. A thin stream poured from the front bumper, reminding Ray of that water slide he'd taken his grandkids to last summer.Exact Change in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
A thin, brown forearm dangled from a window. He recognized a henna tattoo. She'd hopped aboard every Tuesday and Thursday on the way to her night classes. What the hell was her name? Dove? Duvet?
"Divya." She stood next to him, watching the bus rise dripping from the canal. "I'm Divya. Told you that a couple days ago, and a couple days before that."
"Sorry. Memory's not what it used to be."
She shrugged. "No worries. Aren't you curious, though?"
"About why we're not in there?" She waved at the bus.
He hadn't been, but Ray nodded anyway. He glanced down at Divya's arm, at her tattoo. The front of the bus was too mangled to make out the driver's seat.
He tried to think back. Ray had driven the route fo
Mandragora 2Only his ears were working. He didn't know where he was, or even if he had a name.Mandragora 2 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"What I'm saying is that his brain is constantly in the alpha state." The voice was female. Young, but clinical. Somewhere a machine gave off a series of high-pitched chirps in sequence. The voice and the chirps sounded alike.
"Psychic?" That voice was male, older. Rough. Hopeful.
"We all have four brain states. Theta is meditation, the sixth sense if you want to call it that. Beta is our normal waking state. Alpha is in between. We shift among them constantly, but not this guy. He lives in between waking and dream. It could explain the phenomena."
She said "phenomena" as if it wasn't the right word, like she didn't know what the hell to call it. The machine chirped at a higher pitch.
"He's spiking. He can hear us."
Then there was a pinprick, and he couldn't anymore.
He'd seen himself squeezing the ball in his mind's eye long before the day he made his fingers do it. He knew the doctor was wearing the
Sixteen TonsAt oh-four-hundred, the intravenous tubes uncorked themselves. I squeezed a dose of Get-Up into my wrist. My eyes opened to the printouts of Camille that I'd fixed to the plastic ceiling. Top bunk had its perks.Sixteen Tons in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Gorzy was a tenement platform in orbit alongside the Rosebud cooperative mine. Sixteen tenements flanked Rosebud, a helium harvesting operation hugging Jupiter. Gorzy was Russian, but Rosebud was a United Maritime outfit. Most platforms were open stakes; the crews in the scrubber blimps sent home a share of the profits after UM took their cut. Gorzy was indentured, meaning that you never knew who the trudge in the bunk underneath you was, what he'd done before, or whether or not his emancipation date was worth more than a knife in your ribs.
Wrist implants told me it was 6DT-Ep; six Earth days until they pushed my emancipation papers toward me. If I signed them, I'd get the privilege of quarantine until the next carrier back to Earth, where I’d fend for myself. Or, if I s
Mercenary 1-1MERCENARYMercenary 1-1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 1: Blood is Beauty
Release One: Pages 1 - 3
THE COLD AIR in Baron Rorke's study did little to calm his nerves. He was expecting visitors this night and they were not the best of company. A shiver of dread ran down his spine and he spent most of the twilight hours staring out of a large window which stood behind his writing desk. It was amazing, he felt, how quickly a man could become attached to a life of luxury; only to be made painfully aware of how easy it was to lose it. War was always a frightening thing, even more so when one had the knowledge and sense to realise that it was no longer an exercise of glory, but a simple festival of bloodshed and cold murder. In war it did not matter if you impaled a stranger on the edge of your sword, such a thing would be punishable in any city or country, but in times of war it became an accepted norm. If the man in front of you wore a different colour, then it was alright to kill him, it was alright to rip him apart fo
Dragon BloodForged from the souls of the bravest of menDragon Blood in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
They are tempered in the flames of eternal war
Ever will they stand against the tides of evil
For the dark shall claim no more
In the burning mountains of the Dragonkin
It is Man who swore a sacred oath
For in exchange for the Dragon's blood
Man must now protect them both
I speak of the legends; these Gods of battle
Warriors clad in suits of steel
They come as champions of a greiving world
And all shall learn to kneel
But not in supplication, nor out of dominance
We kneel in reverence of the bringers of light
These warriors imbued with the Eternal Flame
Shall chase the shadows of night
No more will the creatures of the swirling Nether
Defile the stability of our hearts and our homes
Today we stand as men of freedom
For our lives are now our own
Yet this is also a sombre day
One that is marked by the scar of grief
For some have not survived the change
But at least their pain was brief
But think not of
My Soul, My Dream, My TeamMy Soul, My Dream, My Team:My Soul, My Dream, My Team in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
We are dreamers, we humans.
We reach out eagerly to that which lies above us
Tempted by its unattainable nature and egotistically;
We simplify the task that lies before us...
We climb without any forethought, without preparation;
Recklessly we charge head on for our goal -
And eventually, we lie broken by our failure.
I myself, Captain as you call me,
Am little better than a foolish dreamer.
One who dreams in a childish manner;
Unaware of his impotence, when left alone.
How many times have I been saved by others?
When I lack time, it is my officers who stand,
They keep the ship running smoothly,
Expending hours of precious effort.
When I fall, it is my co-captain who rallies me,
And reminds me of our responsibility -
One that we owe to our readers and friends.
When I write, it is my team - my uncles,
Who lay the path before me;
They give their time and their heart,
Supporting my work from its birth as but a simple idea.
And when I am dow
Waking NightmaresWaking Nightmares:Waking Nightmares in Free Verse More Like This
It begins in the same way, every single night
Fire spreading from an altar in the darkness
As all living beings are slowly consumed,
The coruscating flames appear wet with blood
The scene then changes to a flooded hallway
Live wires dangling just above the water,
Like venomous serpents slithering in the darkness
A single pounce would end my life
Eventually the hallway ends with a door,
One that reminds me of forgotten yore
And my thoughts shall be in rhyme at this point
As though lips and tongue are eternally joint
What maddened schemes have they in mind?
It is not a question, I may ask at this time.
Quickly I am brought before a bone-wrought throne
Kneeling as my flesh is carved 'Atone'
My thoughts return to me and they are normal now
I somehow retain awareness of where I am.
I see before me, a creature rising;
From the shadows it grins and bares its fangs
'I am the end, which you so desperately seek,
And the mo
DishonouredDishonoured:Dishonoured in Free Verse More Like This
He stands before the adoring crowd,
Basking in their cheers and standing ovation.
But he has already been dishonoured -
By means of his perverse innovation.
For none could know of the dark secret;
About the art that he claims to be his own.
It is naught but an illusion, smoke and mirrors -
A theft for which he must atone...
But this disgusting creature, this worthless abhuman;
So desperate for the glory which he sees upon the stage!
Will quietly don the skin of another;
An urge he must assuage...
Biting his nails, a cracked smile upon his lips, he whispers:
"No one will know, no one will find it and I am great..."
-Chen Yuan Wen, 24th October 2012
She's Not Your ToyShe's Not Your Toy:She's Not Your Toy in Free Verse More Like This
Mmm, it's okay sweetie
Just stay quiet
It'll all be over soon...
Creaking springs and quiet eyes
Cold without emotion
The smell of fear is mixed with sweat
Breath like a churning ocean
The waves and tide will push and pull
as water fills the cave
The heart longs to stop itself
when there is nothing left to save
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday dear Jenna
Happy birthday to you...
A shock of pain brings her back to the present
The muscular form above her contracting in the dark
She remembers now that her limbs are pinned
but she would not move them anyway...
Happy birthday sweetheart, you're older now
You've grown up well haven't you...
A single shuddering thrust means that everything has ended
and once again a wet worm is pressed to her lips
The weight lifts from her body, leaving red marks around the wrists
limbs denied blood begin to buzz softly as the silence suffocates
She will not move from here, because i
Whispering to LuciferWhispering to Lucifer:Whispering to Lucifer in Free Verse More Like This
Humans are such wonderous creatures
even when granted the gift of knowledge
They fall prey to their own insecurities
slaves to their own fears and paranoia
Such is the father's gift of free will...
Yes my lord, I understand
but do you not feel disappointment?
The great bringer of light has condemned himself to an eternity of darkness
simply so his father's children may roam free
Without adversity, there can be no acension...
Ah, such a philosophical statement from you
I am well aware that humans must experience both extremes
Without tasting joy it would be impossible to understand sorrow
Yet I fear that my brothers have forgotten that, in a single minded pursuit of-
Aye, clever you are to see that
for these brothers of mine find comfort in the wondrous art of destruction
self-abuse is taken as 'fun', addiction is a personal right
Greed is good and gluttony is gold, sloth is scoffed at
and wrath is protected by the comforting
Aren't You Ashamed Yet?Aren't You Ashamed Yet?:Aren't You Ashamed Yet? in Free Verse More Like This
Truly an object of mystique and mystery
A simple device, with a painted layer
That conceals a face of rotting worms
Oh, I'm sorry, was I supposed to overlook it?
Let me rephrase it in a more appropriate manner
You are a cowardly, pathetic, miserable, filthy
Unintelligent, soul-sucking, perfidious, bag of rotting worms
You who once held my respect, you who were once my friend
you shared in my secrets and you shared in my dreams
But in the end, it was the lies
The horrible, filthy lies that spew forth from your tainted lips...
I guess it was a simple decision
I had no need to keep up this facade
and so I decided that I too should enjoy this game
and I began to taint my lips with lies
Oh how I enjoyed your anguish and misery...
That wonderous feeling of having you squirm
and before I knew it, I found myself wearing
a mask to hide those rotting worms...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 9th
Letting Go of YouLetting Go of You:Letting Go of You in Free Verse More Like This
You abandoned me in the past
without so much as a proper goodbye
One day you simply chose to walk out the door
and you never did come back...
I was angry then, hurting badly
I wondered if I was in some way inadequate
I wondered if you left because I am so easy to despise
and eventually my sorrow turned to anger
I wanted to become great
to show you that you made the wrong choice
to take my strength and throw it in your face
just so you would regret it
But then I saw how happy you were...
In the time we've been apart
You've made a new life for yourself
You've found someone who loves and treasures you
and upon seeing that, my anger faded...
Your smile, that which I fell in love with
is more radiant now than the morning sun
a gentle blush upon your fair cheeks
takes my breath away, just as it did so long ago
Of course, I don't hold any hope for us to be friends
I don't think that it would be appropriate for me to come back
but perhaps one day, if
I Am A WriterI Am A Writer:I Am A Writer in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Gentlemen, today I speak to you
To convey an issue that has plagued the core of our community.
For so long have we been considered second-class;
To this day there are those who still believe that we are not artists.
But today is not about freedom, today is about honour,
Because there are many writers that still seek to shame us all...
I speak of those individuals, who take art from others.
Covers, photos, paintings, digital art, anime and manga.
It matters not where you draw your source from,
But every action impacts upon us as a community.
BECAUSE I AM A WRITER!
When I craft my works, when I write each and every line,
I paint using expression; metaphors are my colours.
The words are my brush and each and every rhyme is my medium.
I do not ask to be considered an artist, but I do ask to be considered.
BECAUSE I AM A WRITER!
For someone who practices his craft day and night,
Painstakingly learning how to use each and ever
Traffic Violations Francois stepped out of the shop and into the bright June sunshine. He was feeling pretty good about himself for not spending too much, but that feeling was replaced with horror when he saw his car.Traffic Violations in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Sacre bleu!" His windshield was covered in butterflies. Hundreds of them sunned themselves on his windshield, slowly fanning their wings. Twenty-five Euros, ten Euros, fifty Euros.
"Shoo, get out of here!" He tried to sweep them away, but they hardly took notice of him. The ones that did fluttered to a different spot on the windshield and went right back to ignoring him.
Grumbling to himself, Francois stalked to the nearest call box to summon an officer. He hoped this could be cleared up quickly. If not, he would be late for his next appointment.
A little while later a bored officer rolled up on his scooter. He did not look at Francois as he pulled out his notebook. "What seems to be the problem, monsieur?"
Trick or Treat!"I got chocolate!"Trick or Treat! in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"I got pennies."
Pirates vs Ninjas He had been watching them all night. It amazed him that they had not yet noticed his presence. Almost two weeks of riding on this gods-cursed ship and they had not once seen him. He did not understand how anyone thought one of these louts could take him in a fight.Pirates vs Ninjas in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The mainland had long since faded from sight, and so he figured it was time to go to work. The first person to go was the lookout. He strangled the boy while he dozed through his watch.
When they found the body hanging from the mast, they finally began worrying. A few men shook their swords over their heads and spoke of treachery on the high seas. He shook his head and wondered why pirates had to be so dramatic.
The next night, he took out the three men at the helm with throwing stars. The response was too quick for him to retrieve them, but he stayed hidden too well for them to find him.
Bartleby and the Phoenix Bartleby clung to the sheer rock face and wished with everything he had that the professor would fall and leave a bloody smear at the foot of the mountain. Then Bartleby could find his way down and write off the science of mythological creatures altogether. Maybe he could retire somewhere warm and tropical.Bartleby and the Phoenix in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Hurry, Bartleby. We're almost there."
As always, the professor was much higher up on the climb. Bartleby wondered where hegot the energy and if there was a way to steal some of it.
"I'm going as fast as I can, Professor," he said. "But unless you want to risk all the equipment you strapped to my back, you'll just have to be patient."
It seemed the professor wouldn't be; he disappeared over the top in one quick motion. Bartleby sighed and renewed his efforts.
Before he could reach the professor, Bartleby could hear him exclaiming over something he had found. He looked back the way they had come. It w
My Friend the Vampire I met him at O'Callahan's bar downtown. He was drinking red wine and arguing literature with the drunks.My Friend the Vampire in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"I'm telling you, Tolkein was no better than any other writer out there. He got blocked, he got blindsided by his own characters. You people all talk as if angels descended from heaven and handed him several perfectly formed stories and all he had to do was count his money."
The drunk to his right gave him a bleary stare. "Well at least he didn't have to do drugs to get his writing done." He stared into his empty mug, tilting it in the apparent hopes that he had missed some and some stray drop would find its way into his mouth.
"You know, I should have known that it would come down to drugs in a bar. Drugs or alcohol or getting laid. How about telling me how that makes him better than any other shmuck who never touched a drop of liquor or even looked sideways at a
Sudden Drop Ahead"Wait, did that sign just say-"Sudden Drop Ahead in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Golden TicketThe candy factory? But I'm diabetic.Golden Ticket in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Witch's Brew Hilda leaned over her cauldron and eyed the contents. It just wasn’t green enough, she thought. Maybe she’d missed something. She checked the recipe again.Witch's Brew in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“Eye of newt?” No, she could see them floating on the surface, glaring at her. “Nightshade, maybe.” She tore a few leaves off the plant she kept in the windowsill and dropped them in. The acrid smell of the plant floated up to her on a cloud of steam. It smelled much better now, but it still didn’t look right. She decided to walk away for a moment and clear her head.
Her broom was covered in cobwebs, but this didn’t bother her. The spiders loved that corner, no matter how much she had tried to discourage them before. The broom itself did mind, though, and shook itself indignantly. Poor thing hated being reminded of its more mundane cousins. Hilda spoke to it in a soft voice as she carried it outside.
The air was chill and damp tha
Priscilla's Human is Sick My human hasn’t been eating very well lately. It’s not for lack of food. Our neighborhood is crawling with prey, and my food dish is always full. She’s just eating less and less. Maybe she’s sick. That would explain how thin she’s been getting. I wound around her feet and purred extra loud for her. She smiled and scratched me behind my ears the way I like.Priscilla's Human is Sick in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“Everything’s going to be fine, Priscilla.”
She’s eaten even less this week. I cleaned my face and stared out the window at all the nice, plump birds flitting around the bird trap she had set up. Maybe she was having trouble hunting. I’ve seen firsthand what happens when someone gets too sick to eat. This wasn’t going to happen to my human. Not if I had anything to say about it.
That night, I presented her with three fat robins. She curled her lip and threw them in the trash.
A Story Worth SavingI've been wronged, brokenA Story Worth Saving in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I've been broken, shattered
I've been shattered, discarded
I've been discarded, left
I've been left, bruised
I've been bruised, healed
I've been healed, saved
I've been saved, loved
I am loved, forever
Poet to PoetSoft sighs and softer criesPoet to Poet in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Passion in this heated room
Slow rhythmic speaking
You drink me in
I hang on your words
Nothing like a man who rhymes
To love you until the end of time
Nothing like a boy who tries
To hear your laugh, not your cries
A red blush here, a light kiss there
Words are silenced by our lips
Actions speak louder than words
But words can feel oh so good
And your touch is silky sweet
Nothing like a poets tender kiss
To pull your words from the abyss
Nothing like a writers grace
To give your mind a sweet escape
The Story Of A Flower In WinterThis is the story of a girl who lost it allThe Story Of A Flower In Winter in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Whose words cannot describe how she felt before
Just drowning on air, suffocating on necessities
Waiting on something, anything to pull her up
Waiting for a god, or an angel at best
A fantasy of a man with golden brown hair
Fair skin and an angel like face
Passionate love, forever wrapped in lust
A cloak of down, with the power to fly
This poor girl, she so fell hard
Those strong arms lifted her up so high
She lost the moon while counting the stars
In her own way, she knew she would fall
Climbing up higher, gasping for air
Angel and human were never meant to be
Creating this monster that caresses her
Drink her in, blue eyes sliding over her body
Hands taking in her delicate form
Wings so strong, with one simple pulse
Even the stargazers fall down sometimes
Even the stargazers loose sight of the moon
How much does it take for a stargazer to bend
Bend to the point that it tends to break
This creature cast out of heaven
Tries to take his place i
A Story of a Girl Who Lost HopeThere's a girl with a hopeful smileA Story of a Girl Who Lost Hope in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A look in her eyes that reflects a world worth wile
A world of utopia, euphoria, and more
A world with love, a world she lived for
As the years go by and time goes on
The world gets clearer, that vision is gone
Try as she might, to hold on to her hope
She finds her self falling down a steep slope
She doesn't know how to handle this
She feels one day death will be her last kiss
That girl whose eyes once full of life
Now stare blankly at this world full of strife
SometimesSadness with a touch of painSometimes in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Covered in guilt and in shame
Haunts my every inner scar
Until darkness blacks out all the stars
Father forgive me, for I have sinned
I've plotted out my own end
Cut this once a little too deep
Broke the promise I meant to keep
Daughters of a KingIn the desert is where this all beganDaughters of a King in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Stumbling through mirages and lies
How could I believe things were fine
When after six months hell opened up the skies
Something a girl should always be
Ripped apart from her fairy tales seems
Every girl wants a prince
Every girl deserves more
Than the pigs of this world
Or the boy next door
In the Arctic is where it may end
Cold and alone if she doesn't see
There is a king from above waiting for her
Trying to show her all she could be
She stumbles through the hate filled days
Fighting to keep her demons at bay
Every girl needs a king
Every girl needs to see
They are loved by a God
Who is more than she needs
We are all princesses, daughters of He
Who broke our bonds and set us free
What's Up: pair poetryThe starsWhat's Up: pair poetry in Free Verse More Like This
The black whole that drains the souls of heaven
The emptiness from everything beyond
Th meteors that fall like heavy tears
The screaming death that no one can hear
The soundless breath of the vastness sighs
The wrapping tears from the lost souls that cry
The dark blanket of the wandering damned
The demons that cause me to be who I am
AdulteryI cant believe youAdultery in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You filthy whore
Keep your face down
Down on the floor
Know where you belong
You dont diserve a bed
Know what you've become
Let the lust fill your head
Hear all the lies
Hear all the pain
Feel what you've done
Feel yourself go insane
Listen to me
For I know you well
Listen to the girl
Whose been inside hell
Baylor(compiled)He thought that it was amazing that this girl was totally hott and was an elemental. All the other girls at the school were cute or pretty but this was the first one that he saw that was hott. And of course she was she was the elemental Ice. They always seemed to be super cute and sexy. Baylor had always hoped that one day another Ice elemental would come to the school.Baylor(compiled) in Sketches More Like This
He, being an Ice elemental himself, knew the good looks that they had. He knew how they were hated for their hair color, their eye color, and their height and weight. They never had to diet or exercise; they were just skinny and muscular all the time. Of course this girl had to like that, or so he thought.
Baylor Johnson, tall, dark, and handsome, just like every other male Ice elemental. He knew he was handsome and a flirt, but he didn't want a girl that did that. He wanted a girl that would play around with him, but love him. Every girl that was in this school were flirts and slept around, but they were not Ice elemen
Baylor 2If Baylor had ever trained a girl before, you couldn't tell. He was so nervous about training Hunter, his hands were shaking. He was afraid that Hunter would notice, He didn't need that to happen.Baylor 2 in Sketches More Like This
"Baylor? You ok, dude?" She asked when she noticed Baylor zoning.
"Huh? Oh, yeah I'm fine." He replied.
"Are you sure?" She persisted, "You seem out of it."
"Well, I guess you could say I'm kind of out of it." Baylor said with a sigh.
"Um...You want to talk about it?" Hunter asked him with a hint of concern.
"No, not really." Baylor said, closing the issue for the time being.
"Ok, well I guess I'll go get started on something" Hunter said as she walked off.
Damn! Baylor thought as she walked away. This was not the "Damn" as in "Damn she's hot." this was the "Damn, how could she tell?" He had to figure out how to hide his feelings better. He thought he was skilled at it, but apparently not well enough. Hunter, who had known him for only two weeks, could already tell that there was something wr
Hunter 2Hunter had no idea of what she was getting herself into, with letting this guy train her. She hated men but there was just something about this one. The connection between the two of them was instant, she didn't like that feeling. She never really had liked the feeling of connection between her and males. Her brothers and her Father, and her uncles were really the only men she talked to. Her grandfathers were both dead, they had fought in a war (one that no one wanted to tell her about). Why they hadn't told her was beyond her, but it wasn't her preferred choice.Hunter 2 in Sketches More Like This
Knock. Knock. Knock.
Hunter jumped at the sound of someone knocking on her door. Who is knocking on the door at 5:30 in the morning?, she thought to herself. She jumped out of bed grabbed her gun off her nightstand and rushed to the door. She peered through the peep hole on the door and saw that it was just Baylor. She opened the door turned to Baylor and said, "Baylor, why are you knocking on the damn door so early?"
The Lost ChroniclesAs she walked through the empty corridor she was thinking about what she and Dr. Horrin had been talking about a few days earlier. She wanted to help Baylor in some way. She knew he needed it to be easier for him because of all the training that he was doing. With her no longer needing to be trained by him, she knew that she could help him somehow. Hunter hadn’t even been at the “college” for two months and already knew more than Baylor did.The Lost Chronicles in Sketches More Like This
Hunter headed up to the front office to see Dr. Horrin. She and Hunter had been discussing letting Hunter take on some of Baylor’s students. This way he wouldn’t have so many of them.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
“Come in Hunter.” Dr. Horrin told her through the closed door.
Hunter opened the office door, still surprised at how Dr. Horrin knew that it was her, and walked in, closing the door behind her, “Hey Dr. Horrin, How are you?”, Hunter asked.
“I’m fine, thank you. How are you?” H
The Lost Chronicles 1-7Chapter OneThe Lost Chronicles 1-7 in Sketches More Like This
As she opened her eyes she tried to remember where she was. She remembered the evening before; she had been out late with some friends and they decided to have a few drinks. She, being only 19, was designated "safe driver" for the crew. "Wait, where is everybody?" she asked herself, confused. For some reason she couldn't remember anything else from the night before. She knew she didn't drink anything, she had tasted alcohol once; she didn't like it, so why did she have such a bad headache. As she started to come to her senses, she started hearing noises. Bleep. Bleep. Bleep. The constant bleeping was starting to really piss her off. She shot open her eyes as to gather her surroundings. She found herself in a mint green room, in a white hospital gown, with her family in the room. "Damn it" she said silently to herself. She and her family hadn't exactly gotten along since she left home 2 years ago with a guy she thought loved her, but instead left her for a rich, stuck-up bra
Hunter(complied)As she opened her eyes she tried to remember where she was. She remembered the evening before; she had been out late with some friends and they decided to have a few drinks. She, being only 19, was designated "safe driver" for the crew. "Wait, where is everybody else?" she asked herself, confused. For some reason she couldn't remember anything else from the night before. She knew she didn't drink anything, she had tasted alcohol once; she didn't like it, so why did she have such a bad headache. As she started to come to her senses, she started hearing noises. Bleep. Bleep. Bleep. The constant bleeping was starting to really piss her off. She shot open her eyes as to gather her surroundings. She found herself in a mint green room, in a white hospital gown, with her family in the room. "Damn it" she said silently to herself. She and her family hadn't exactly gotten along since she left home 2 years ago with a guy she thought loved her, but instead left her for a rich, stuck-up brat.Hunter(complied) in Sketches More Like This
BaylorHe thought that it was amazing that this girl was totally hot and was an elemental. All the other girls at the school were cute or pretty but this was the first one that he saw that was hot. And of course she was she was the elemental Ice. They always seemed to be super cute and sexy. Baylor had always hoped that one day another Ice elemental would come to the school.Baylor in Sketches More Like This
He, being an Ice elemental himself, knew the good looks that they had. He knew how they were hated for their hair color, their eye color, and their height and weight. They never had to diet or exercise; they were just skinny and muscular all the time. Of course this girl had to like that, or so he thought.
Baylor Johnson, tall, dark, and handsome, just like every other male Ice elemental. He knew he was handsome and a flirt, but he didn't want a girl that did that. He wanted a girl that would play around with him, but love him. Every girl that was in this school were flirts and slept around, but they were not Ice elementa
ODST Brotherhood prolugeWell...its been a year since reach....since i lost many friends and family,since i lost the love of my live,and...since i nearly lost my entire squad.But,i made a soul promise,i'd protect them with my life. I've had to many losses,but that ends this day.Heh listen to me rant i forgot to introduce myself, my name is Jack Christopher noeland.I'm and ODST (orbital drop sock trooper)i was a army soldier on reach....but thats past me now,i cant tell you the horrible memories i saw on that planet.Well anyways let me give you the rundown.Im a commander,and im with a unsc division thats always been known as the best of the best 1st disivion wolf pack.In second in command,and my right hand man,is my childhood friend,Dibs dubbo.He's austrailian,mean,and ready to kill the covenant,just the soldier i need for the second in command.He carries a pretty mean shotgun,its from when we where on reach,the special thing about it,is that it as tree barrels on it.He regrets what happened to us onODST Brotherhood proluge in Settings More Like This
Subjected in the shadow's: Chapter 1The feminine figure laid on her bed, examining the white walls of her quarters,seeing all the pictures that crest had drew for her.On these pictures where figures,two with black banged hair, one with white hair with silver streaks,and one with a red goatee,short hair,and a sinister hell-hound smile,like that of a hungry wolf stalking its prey,getting ready for the kill.Subjected in the shadow's: Chapter 1 in Settings More Like This
She turned on her back and looked at the white ceiling,sighing.She began to close her eyes as everything around her went silent and dark.
She awoke in a forest that seemed endless.The trees where all dead,gray,lowering down sometimes.She picked herself up and began to walk trying to find anyone in this dead forest.Suddenly a figure was seen,a small girl.She came close to her and reached out for her.
It was no female,it was a silhouette of a young girl.She wore a white dress,and held a stuffed bear.She began running.
The female however looked at her hand,and saw a JERICHO MK IV claw.She saw it, she was in the Shinagami a
Marines HymnFrom the Halls of Montezuma,Marines Hymn in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
To the shores of Tripoli;
We fight our country's battles
In the air, on land, and sea;
First to fight for right and freedom
And to keep our honor clean;
We are proud to claim the title
Of United States Marine.
Our flag's unfurled to every breeze
From dawn to setting sun;
We have fought in every clime and place
Where we could take a gun;
In the snow of far-off Northern lands
And in sunny tropic scenes;
You will find us always on the job
The United States Marines.
Here's health to you and to our Corps
Which we are proud to serve;
In many a strife we've fought for life
And never lost our nerve;
If the Army and the Navy
Ever look on Heaven's scenes;
They will find the streets are guarded
By United States Marines.
Subjected in the shadow's: Chapter 2Sayia walked through the halls,feeling the eyes of the oni soldiers upon her.It didn't phase,or spook her,in fact her presence spooked them,did she care?No sayia was used to people being afraid of her. She knew she had nothing to be afraid of,just loosing her fellow shinagami's.She had finally entered the shinagami's gathering room,where the shinagamis sat in chairs as the shadow projected a hologram showing their briefing, intelligence,enemy faction weapons and vehicles,and their targets.Sayia sat in her chair which overlooked the round room she stared down them watching them chat and converse,besides yuki who spent most of her time humming her mothers song she wrote for her when she was a little girl.Subjected in the shadow's: Chapter 2 in Settings More Like This
Suddenly a silhouette appeared in the middle of them all, smoking a cigarette,it was their leader,the infamous ONI shadow.The leader of ONI
"Good evening shinagamis."he softly spoke,like a gentleman.
"Good evening shadow sir."they quietly replied.
Ghost of the fallen: PrologueThe year is 2017,russia and america have bene at war with each other for 3 years now.A russian spetnaz squad assaulted a civilian mall ,killing over 400 people inside it.Then detonated a cluster bomb in the process.The us declared war on the russian federation the next day sending in over one hundred fifty thousand active combat units into russian providence's and countries allied with russia.Ghost of the fallen: Prologue in Settings More Like This
After two years of bloodshed and conflicts the truth was brought to light.The Russian federation asked the united states if they could send a KGB opertive into a suspects estate in a five star hotel in Dubai.The united states agreed and gave russian 48 hours to find the evidence.A russian KGB operative known as "Sound" went into the suspects estate and found the truth,and brought it into the light, unfortunately giving his life soon after.The evidence was clear,what the united states and the russian federation uncovered shocked both them and their allied states. A man named Joseph marshal attacke
Reach meets RedvsBlue excerptThere was a loud clang of metal on metal, followed by the unbearable screeching sound made by virtually impregnable alloys scraping against each other. Sparks flew as Emile slid nimbly down the lopsided rooftop and rolled, changing what had been a fall into an attack plan. The Meta was sliding after him. He kicked against the raised edge and intercepted the Meta, and they both started rolling down together. The Meta emitted an enraged, strangled noise, while Emile gave a wild cry and kept pounding at his enemy's vulnerable torso. A few swift punches popped the Meta's shields and gave Emile the opportunity to make fist-shaped indents on the Meta's chest plating. Unfortunately, Emile's shields were down too; all the Meta had to do was punch his visor once, and it cracked. Then they both flew clear of the rooftop and slammed into the snow, half-buried and still fighting.Reach meets RedvsBlue excerpt in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"They'll keep at it until one of them is either dead or incapacitated. Though given both of their histories, dead is th
Re: Remembering NobleI.Re: Remembering Noble in Short Stories More Like This
It wasn't an impending air raid, but it sure sounded like one. The girl moaned and rolled over in her bed, 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 the 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.
It was 6:00 in the morning, still dark outside. The chilly morning air bit at the girl's bare toes, and she picked up her covers and crawled back into bed, muttering under her breath. She burrowed down into the pile of bedclothes and shut her eyes, eager to drift back into blissful dreams...
Then a dash of ice-cold water hit her across the face and she screamed, bolting upright in a panic, only to hear male laughter erupt a few feet away.
"Kristof!" the girl shouted, wiping her face, then cringing as the light came on and temporar
Operation CHRISTMAS pt. 6Chapter 6: Emile's Epic FailOperation CHRISTMAS pt. 6 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Carter looked up at the huge tree, resisting the urge to gape, while Kat chuckled and squeezed his hand. "See, we are capable of decorating without using alien blood and guts," she teased. "You can thank Jorge for the tree and Jun for the decorations. And Gunnery Sergeant Stacker's men for hanging all the ornaments."
"Always a pleasure to help out, ma'am," Stacker said coolly, from where he and his squad were resting. One of them was hopelessly tangled in string threaded with popcorn while two others were picking off the popcorn and eating it, seemingly oblivious to their comrade's discomfort.
"Man, you guys went all-out it brings back memories," Carter said, and Kat squeezed his hand again, reminding him of what she'd said earlier. "But what say you we spend tonight making some good ones, right?"
"I couldn't agree more," Kat said with a sly smile.
Jun trudged in, sniffling. He looked like he was having an allergy attack or something. "Ah, Co
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
Operation CHRISTMAS part 1Chapter One: Oh, Christmas Tree...Operation CHRISTMAS part 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"But I don't see why we have to get a real tree," Jun said for the fifth time, dragging his feet in the snow. A normal human would have been bogged down by the eighteen inches of packed white flakes, but the Spartan-III moved easily, albeit reluctantly. "I mean, the folks back at Delta Base use their heads and go buy one from Uni-Mart. Where it's warm." He pulled the thick fur lining his white and gray park closer to his face to block the frigid wind. "And why are we walking when we could have just stolen a snowmobile?"
"Whiny sniper is whiny," Kat sighed. She had on a parka similar to Jun's, but hers had much more fur tacked on, and she wore a white balaclava over her face, with blue sunglasses to shield her eyes. Her boots were horrifyingly un-military, with little poofy furballs hanging on strings from the tops, just below her knees (they'll be much warmer than combat boots, she'd insisted to Carter when she picked them out at the mall in New Alexa