Somewhere in the RubbleSomewhere in the rubbleSomewhere in the Rubble in Free Verse More Like This
Of old gods and titans,
I once found myself a-
Lone with my thoughts.
There in the midst of the
Ancient, surrounded by
The ghosts of my life and
The peers of dreams,
There, sent for me in glass,
And tin whistles, you are
Pleading with my spirit
For both our sakes.
What more can I ask for?
What more could I beg from
Life, its intricacies?
I just need you.
Somewhere in the rubble
Of old gods and titans,
Buried and forgotten
In this graveyard -
The Worth of a NameWhat is the worth of a name?The Worth of a Name in Free Verse More Like This
Is it in the symbols that designate the sound,
Or is it simply the fact that these
Arbitrary modulations of sound waves
Are the only way we know to indicate that guy in the corner
Who has no other singular trait about him?
Or is it all we have left of the person we loved
And lost -
But never knew well enough to call them by?
Echoes p. 1Stumbling into the clearing, Arran picked herself up and rushed toward the light that always seemed just beyond her reach. The sounds of the undead behind her gave new strength to her legs and she sprinted for a while, dodging around bushes and trees. They were too close for her to stop and shoot them back with her bow and the little knife she’d found wouldn’t do much good. A part of her was sure she’d die tonight, the rest of her held on to the hope that the green light above the trees was leading her to some measure of safety.Echoes p. 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It was only by chance that she noticed the rock face in front of her before she ran into it at full speed. As it was, she hardly managed to slow down but she used her momentum to jump instead, grabbing hold and climbing upward. She didn’t know if the undead could climb, but maybe she could climb faster. There was a ledge ten feet in the air and she risked turning to look down once she reached it.
The undead milled at the base, fumbling a
In a Word...In a word life is never simpleIn a Word... in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
In a phrase life is only pain
In a sentence there is only death in this world
In a song... what can I say?
In a word I am simply foolish
In a phrase I'm a crazy freak
In a sentence I am all but dead to this world
In a song... there's not much to say.
There's a word I cannot remember
There's a phrase that means the world to me
There's a sentence that means little to the world
There's a song... but what does it say?
I'm a fool to forget so much beauty
I'm a fool to forget what it means
I'm a fool who's got nothing to offer
Here's my song... good luck finding meaning.
In a word I'm surrounded by people
In a phrase people see what they will see
In a sentence people only love what they want to
In a song... people don't listen
There's a word I cannot remember
There's a phrase that means the world to me
There's a sentence that means little to the world
There's a song... but what does it say?
Does it say we are all stupid?
Does it say what on earth were you think
turquoise and jadeInsightful storm, fury serene, chaos,turquoise and jade in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And starving star, whose chosen home forbade
A tryst between the two, relaxed in moss,
Their creativity indeed dismayed.
The star, sucked dry of light, would soon be shade;
The storm imparted strength on wings of change
And both as one rose high turquoise and jade.
The stars mendacious home forced them to range
So up they went, unswayed by paths so strange.
Earthquakes and snow and flame all Gods beauty
In lifes high risks they faced in fair exchange
For joy together in serenity:
Two singing songs of dearest harmony.
These two, our storm and star, by God were made
To live love two as one turquoise and jade.
Goodbye WithoutGoodbye without touch,Goodbye Without in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Your eyes, your smell, your arms, and
Hands, is naught but pain.
Paradoxical MeI'm a creature ofParadoxical Me in Free Verse More Like This
Soft edges and corners
Determination and indecision
With a heart of stone.
Glad for the LosingI am a brokenGlad for the Losing in Free Verse More Like This
Ill to death with chills and fevers
Lost in the labyrinth of pins and needles
In my head, my ears, my eyes, my hands
Trapped in a web of spikes and pikes and halberds
Lies about truths
And truths about lies
This world is all cracked open and
And my eyes have never been opened so
Pried open to dry in the stale air
Of the death that lives here
Shingles and chimneys and squirrels
Fill my eyes
But beyond them I see things
But the Untouched touches much
And I am lost to them without a shield
What shield have I against the Untouched?
Only that which is also
But not Unknown
These fevers blind me even as I see more clearly
Than ever before
For I see through my pen
Through my fingers
Through these words
These words are not mine own
I know their origin and inspiration
But it is not mine.
Lost I am to this voice
And glad I am for the losing
For the many in one
Now owns me
And I am glad
Forlorn HopeThere's far too much at stake hereForlorn Hope in Free Verse More Like This
For me to think of myself.
All this pain, all this fear
And all this desire to run
Cannot be acknowledged.
I must stand,
I must not back down,
I must stand this ground,
Stand in the gap.
And if I fall
What's left of me will shield
Those who stand behind.
Genesis GravityThis all holy gravity Genesis Gravity in Free Verse More Like This
Draws us ever upward, onward,
To a deeper light, that we may walk in it
As He is and does.
As a seed dies to produce many others,
Light goes out forever,
Through the creases of time
Never ceasing its journey to
New eyes and ears and tongues and hearts,
For light waves cannot be stopped
Unless blocked and
Nothing can block the rock.
If we walk there, in deepest light
We too will shine,
For His glory will be on us and
None shall veil our faces,
For we fear not this blessing.
No longer is death required
For the greatest debt has been paid in full and interest.
Gravity pulls us upward
Anti-gravity to draw us from the earth
For, in all His holy, radiant light,
He extends, radiant, perfect and holy,
In unending spirals to cradle, comfort and
Serves only to magnetize
The streams of light
To draw all back
To the genesis.
Denton Vs JensenJC Denton was walking in a dark alley, behind 'Ton Hotel. He had to do a job for the Illuminati, he had to kill one of the people who threatened the new world order. He was seen in Hell's Kitchen, asking questions about him. But he asked the wrong people. Jordan Shea called him saying that someone was looking for him. A Mech.Denton Vs Jensen in Short Stories More Like This
He was about to get up to the fire escape ladder, to take a look on his brothers room, when he heard something falling from the roof. He didnt have time to react when Adam Jensen landed with force beside him and knocked him of his feet. With just a thought he activated all his nano augmentations, just to be ready. It was a good move. The aggressive defensive system was beeping so loud that he was going mad, but he was content. Jensen was about to make his first bad move. The mini bombs from the claymore augmentation exploded prematurely, wounding Jensen seriously, leaving him gasping for air.
"You must be Adam Jensen. Morgan Everett says hi."
Jensen gave an angry
JC Denton Vs Iron ManAccording to his schematics, JC Denton knew that after hacking this keypad he would be in Tony Starks armory. His goal was clear. Secure the suits against Stark and then proceed upstairs and arrest the rogue billionaire. The security so far was a nightmare. The premises were riddled with security gadgets made by Stark himself, making them almost impossible to bypass without burning out his stack of multitools. Cameras, lasers, infrared detectors, pressure pads. Most doors, even the ones that led to the bathroom, required fingerprint scanning switches. Even outside, the perimeter was protected by many virtual fences. It has taken Denton hours to make it this far. Hours of moving in absolute silence, with tech goggles squeezing his head, wearing an overheating, because of its heavy usage, thermoptic camouflage and all that while carrying the heavy weaponry he would need if something would go wrong. So when Denton hacked the last digit of the keypad with his multitool, he couldn't hJC Denton Vs Iron Man in Short Stories More Like This
Denton Vs Jensen 2:'Ton's RoofDenton was about to jump up to the fire escape when he heard a police officer behind him yell freeze. He turned around to face him.Denton Vs Jensen 2:'Ton's Roof in Short Stories More Like This
"Anti-terrorist operations in progress. I am UNATCO agent JC Denton," he said and flashed his ID. "Get your man and surround the Hotel. Anyone except me trying to leave, shoot to kill. You might not get a second chance. And call the SWAT we will..."
"Who do you think you are giving orders to, "agent"? The days that UNATCO did whatever they wished are over." Officer Millan glared at Denton. Not too long ago UNATCO opened fire on a crowd of protesters here in New York, before he overthrew Page.
"US national security is threatened by a known terrorist. It's not only under my jurisdiction, but it's also my duty to act. Now stop protecting this criminal by wasting my time."
"I don't see why you don't make Hell's Kitchen your official HQ, so many times you have put it under U.N. jurisdiction.."
"What happened Sir?" asked a young cop behind the officer.
Gunther Hermann Slash Paul Denton“You bastard. How could you betray us?" Said Gunther Hermann, the huge mechanically augmented agent of UNATCO.Gunther Hermann Slash Paul Denton in Humor More Like This
"If you're gonna kill me, kill me now Gunther. I just did what i thought was right." said Paul Denton. Gunther was holding him by the neck, against the wall.
"I will. I will choke you slowly, i'll make you beg for a breath. I'll make you feel the life drain from you. OH NO YOU WON’T" said Gunther as he slapped the EMP grenade out of Paul Dentons hand.
"Why do you hate me so much?"
"I... I can’t tell you. I would rather kill you now then have to tell you.." Paul was surprised. He wasn't used to listening to the machine man express nothing but hate. Now he was sounding vulnerable, confused. His eyes was watering.
"Gunther... Please tell me... Is this really about UNATCO?" said Paul. Gunther released him.
"Go away. Just get away from me. I can't handle this.. I.. I just can't..." Gunther said as he walked away. Paul caught his big metal arm, and he felt the powe
Murder at Biofuel factoryUNSPEAKABLE HORROR ON BIOFUEL FACTORYMurder at Biofuel factory in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Maniac shoots, kills and burns his 4 Augmented coworkers.
Terror striked last night at the Biofuel factory just outside of Oklahoma. Bob Survillan, a worker has committed a disgusting hate crime against four innocent augmented workers. While the poor workers were oiling their actuators, Survillan took out a pistol from his bag, and killed them. He then cut of their augmentations with a chainsaw and then emptied 2 barrels of ethanol fuel on each of them, tied them on the flag poles and set them on fire.
A big crowd swarmed because of the fire. Some of the areas purists gathered to cheer the death of the innocent workers. He was arrested an hour later at the crime scene without a fight while he was shouting insults at his dead victims. As the officers escorted him to the car the purists saluted him as a hero. "Its good to see someone is willing to fight for the purity of the race ma'am. If man like him didn't fight the whole world is goi
Ricepires Meet the CullensSo, apparently Lestat was interested in meeting the other sparklepires after his legendary faceoff with Edward. He invited the mutant vamps over to show them how REAL vampires live. Initially, this resulted in little more than awkward silence and awkward non-fidgeting. Here's what the Cullens were thinkingRicepires Meet the Cullens in Humor More Like This
Rosalie: (This is so lame I hope my hair looks nice Of course it does, it always looks nice That auburn-haired kid's kinda cute.)
Emmett: (GAH! I. am. Missing. The. Game.)
Jasper: (I hope they don't introduce me as "Jazz." I hate that name. Why do they call me that? Do I call Edward "Wardo?")
Alice: (I wanna braid Louis's hair and do his clothes and screw it, I'm giving them all makeovers. Frock coats are sooo last century.)
Esme: (I hope the decorative shrubbery we brought isn't an awkward hostess gift. They'll never see it during the day What if they hate gardening
Ricepires PromMarius: Children, Ive had a great idea!Ricepires Prom in Humor More Like This
Marius: Who here is over 2,000 years old, raise your hand please. Oh right, just me.
Armand: I thought that I was your only child *pouts*
Everyone else: *is temporarily dazzled by how pretty he looks when he pouts*
Merrick: Dont look now, but your insecurity is showing.
Armand: Shut up, witch.
Marius: Havent we had enough name-calling? Its like high school.
(Louis and Nikkis catfight, for those of you just joining us.)
Marius: Speaking of high school I just realized that all of you were deprived of a senior prom.
Apparently, Marius is out to help all the underprivileged vampires. If he opens some sort of Red Cross soup kitchen for vampires, Im nominating him for the Nobel Peace Prize. Love this guy.
Louis: Youre not serious? What about Merrick and Quinn?
Ricepires: Special AbilitiesIn the Twilight series the so-called vampires *air-quotes* have special, additional abilities that are unique to themselves. Like, how at Coldstone you not only get ice cream (the vampirism) but you also get to choose your own mix-in. Except these mix-ins are powers and you cant choose them, they depend on your traits or skills pre-vampirizing (?). I just realized that that metaphor was pretty much useless. Anyways, *cough* I was thinking what if the vampires from Anne Rices Vampire Chronicles had unique special abilities, just cause Im crazy. But, because they already have REAL powers that do not include sparkling(are you reading this, Edward?), theirs would be more like heightened abilities. So here we go.Ricepires: Special Abilities in Humor More Like This
Lestat: Accessorizing/ lovability
Louis: emoness/ability to tolerate Lestat for long periods of time
Armand: seduction; man, woman, or vampire it doesnt matter
Ricepires Comic Request 4 LEEEA Vampire Chronicles-themed request for LatiasChild:Ricepires Comic Request 4 LEEE in Humor More Like This
[Lestat is wearing a red frock coat to his mid-thigh, a white shirt, and red culottes with white stockings, as well as red paste-buckle shoes. Louis is wearing brown full-length breeches and a white shirt with full sleeves, probably some ruffle detail down the front. Both are sitting at a table] -------- denotes change in panel
Lestat: Why so glum? I bet I could put a smile on that melancholy face. *winks*
Louis: I lost my wife and child.
Lestat: *inches closer* So youre single, then?
Lestat: *takes Louis hand*
Louis: *pulls hand away* *backs away from Lestat*
[end of flashback sequence. We see Louis (in a green version of Lestats outfit earlier) and Lestat (in a lavender outfit possibly) sitting by Claudia (who is in a yellow dress)]
Lestat: And thats how I met your father. See, Daddy was smooth! *grins*
Claudia: *blink, blink like WTF?
Nikki and Louis Request 4 LEEELouis and Nicolas get into a catfightNikki and Louis Request 4 LEEE in Humor More Like This
[Louis is wearing his uniform (white puffy shirt, brown breeches, boots). Nikki is wearing a black frock coat and culottes with white shirt and stockings. His hair is tied back with black ribbon]
Nikki: You know that Lestat is only attracted to you because you look like me, right?
Louis: *sarcastically* That must be why he had a daughter with me. And why our relationship outlasted yours by, oh I dont know, a few centuries? Give or take?
Nikki: We had (implied) sex.
Louis: We had a sexy reunion scene
Nikki: I can play the violin.
Louis: I own HUGE tracts of land. (sorry, Python joke)
Nikki: Im prettier.
Louis: I get more pages in his book.
Lestat: *enters the room* Now, now, boys. There is enough of moi to go around. *smiles*
Louis and Nikki: *slap lestat* YOU STAY OUT OF THIS!
Vintner's DanceI am made of wine, tonight.Vintner's Dance in Free Verse More Like This
Beware! I am made of wine and
unbottled. Poured out upon the land
with the madness ascending
in lush crimson spirals,
spat to the sky in bloody spray;
grape of wrath and raving
as country pond ripples
on slow, cool, spring evenings.
I have danced the vintner's dance
seen my feet and hands bloodied,
stained beyond seeing, purple-d
beyond righting or repair
and chuckled bravely, to myself,
this too, yes, shall...
I have walked the rows with the
cart, weeping to gain the harvest,
and in the heat, watered the ground
with both sweat and tears until
they refused to divide and the whole
body wept as one.
Look, at all I've done.
Eyes of the SunThe eyes of the sun are boring my gutEyes of the Sun in Free Verse More Like This
and the alcoholic dream has ended.
What do you say or do when they come
to take everything away and you let them?
the mountains curve upward like a cactus
chalk skin bent away from stony sticks that
stab the gray air
All the words, the words working, writhing, singing
off the page, paid, and rent in two;
stanzas i could not decipher, melodies too pale for the page
I'm not thinking of you.
I could say this 10,000 times and it would not become true.
A Way to ForgetI was seeking aimlesslyA Way to Forget in Free Verse More Like This
through the jars of my life.
I found them in a dream,
these great, magic urns,
one containing butter, one, milk
others filled with grains or brass or gold.
I was looking for the lids, in order to cover them up
but i could not find even one.
Sometimes, I would spill a little and
sometimes, I would return from elsewhere
to find them empty
This caused me a great deal of anxious sadness
just sitting there, looking into the empty containers
that once held my life
I woke up some time later and checked the clock
I had not had a drink in several hours.
I needed a drink.
I got up and
produced shirt, pants, keys and shoes.
In the car, I shifted to reverse and then to "D"
drove down to the local bar.
Dream dream Dream
My feet slide over the flooring.
The light addresses my eyes.
It's a quiet night, Tuesday, and
the bartender has the beer and shot set down
before i get there;
I slide a ten across with my wrist
and get the shot in
Untie the WorldMad, drunken philosophers,Untie the World in Free Verse More Like This
Untie the world! Make merriment
a daily practice, make
unto the straight, narrow, mind
a calisthenic for the soul!
Rapture! Amazement! Awe!
Dance the night away with your
fingers, lingering (not pause) but
hands! The new might of the
century! Pecking words across
faux-page diaries in blank-white
Look at the person next to you and
love them with your eyes! It's all going
to hell anyway, oil prices dropping, the
race riots of st. louis cut back to 1933
the horrors of bigotry. Do you play
the game on the train to look at a man's
hands and discover what he may do with them?
Is he a killer, a harbor worker, a farmer, evangelist,
poet or all?
Damn the confusing lying label-white
sticker-shock (shocked by label) society
that created itself! Damn an ancient 1930's
ku klux world that wrought your present
for you without wrapping! Damn the New York
times that knew! Jews slaughtered in Germany
and Henry Ford lifting not one finger except to
Some DessertIt happens every decadeSome Dessert in Free Verse More Like This
somewhere people have had
Living in cockroach
rooms, enough welfare dimes,
enough stop and frisk,
enough heads kicked in, enough
wild drive-by bullets in the night,
crack fiends at the corner,
and never a cop when you need one
but always a cop whenever you happen to
be picking up that friday night dime bag
or out in the city with your girl for a
And if they're not there in person,
they're in your mind, lurking around,
the back alley where you parked your car
because parking is too expensive, or lurking
around the corner dope-man because
it is important to stop the sale of a plant
in today's inner-city neighborhoods.
They've had enough, so much that they
rip open at the seams and explosively vomit
the contents of their environmental programming
back onto their environment. This can come in
several ways: graffiti, spoken word poetry, film-making
or looting, drug addiction, returned violence, self-violence
and then a short period of justification
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
It Came From The DarkIt Came From The Dark:It Came From The Dark in Free Verse More Like This
Amongst the ashes, swirling from the darkness of the pit,
Emerged a hand, dragging a battered body across the rocks.
Blood leaked from the wounds so callously self-inflicted,
And teeth ground with a focused determination and seething anger.
It cared not for the warm rubies - staining the jagged rocks,
It cared not for the sensation of pain...
All that it remembered was a dream, An obsession -
One that drove it ever higher; ignoring all else!
Eventually it emerged from this shadowy hole, this dreary depth,
And in that moment, it learned of the truth.
For this creature, denied sunlight and warmth -
-Chen Yuan Wen, 11th December 2012
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
The World I Want To Live InI want to live in a world where no one has to come out. I want nobody to ever have to go through that emotional and physical torture. I want there to be no reason to come out. Because in this new world, it wouldn't matter! Nobody would care who another person loves, because it's love and none of their business!The World I Want To Live In in Emotional More Like This
I want to live in a world where no one cares. I want apathy, not acceptance. Because, there's no need for acceptance because there's no chance of rejection! There's nothing wrong with it, so rejection and persecution are logically ruled out. I don't want to hear this dialogue ever again "I'm gay." "Good for you!" Good for you? You don't hear "good for you" for being born with hazel eyes or being heterosexual. Honestly, there is no difference, stop perpetuating one! It's just like when a little kid gets hurt, you don't tell the kid they're hurt, because if you did, they would freak out. If we never recognize it as a difference, then there won't be one! Everybody is the
Midnight Ravings of Love and LossI feel nothing.Midnight Ravings of Love and Loss in Free Verse More Like This
I have no reason to go to sleep in the evening,
I have no reason to get up in the morning.
He did this.
He changed me.
He was at the center of the best moment of my young life
and when everything I knew came crashing down, with him to blame
he helped me rebuild.
His soft voice and vulgar humor sustained me.
His eyes, his hair, his body seduced me.
His laugh, his mere existence brought me happiness
I owe him everything.
He changed me.
He was my reason to go to sleep in the evening,
He was the reason to get up in the morning.
He was my world.
He forced me to feel
He made me feel love
Even if it was all one sided,
he made me feel.
I'm sure I'll miss those feelings
I know I'll miss him.
But, right now, I can't tell.
I feel nothing.
cinderella died yesterday"burn your tiaras,cinderella died yesterday in Free Verse More Like This
bury your fairy godmother.
it's time for you to grow up now, you're
no peter pan.
forget never never land.
stars are just burning balls of gas that are
slowly running out of time- they can't
hear your wishes.
cast aside your dr. seuss books like you will
later cast aside your bibles.
after all, a fairy tale is a fairytale is a fairytale.
life will teach you that.
grace, you were born into a role
only a very strong girl can play.
see, society will hate you for being
what they don't want to believe.
surrender your throne, your castle is under siege.
stop being fascinated with the sky,
you'll never go there.
keep your feet on the ground, and steady yourself
before you help another.
your brain is more logical than your heart,
therefore take your instructions from it.
promises can be broken as easily as can be made.
do not rely on something as weak as miracles and love-
and if you only have one piece of armor,
defend your back from the people you trust the most.
you break it, you buy it.1. someone came up to me the other day, and told meyou break it, you buy it. in Free Verse More Like This
that if i didn't start using capital letters in my poems,
she wouldn't read any more of them.
i just told her in a quiet voice that i was tired of screaming
at people who would never listen.
the thing with me is that i always
read too much into things-
people, newspapers, fucks, metaphors.
and usually i fall in love with things that
could never love me back.
2. i destroy the things that mean
the most to me, and i've never gotten the hang
of writing in stanzas.
most days i walk around reciting numbers
and other people's poetry, but usually
i just count the seconds i spend falling apart and
avoiding the things that make me whole because
self-destruction will always be my forte.
3. broken people seem to have a way of finding each other.
like we work under this assumption that we can find
perfect in each other's missing pieces,
even though we all know two wrongs will never make a right
"do you want me to fuck you?" yo
welcome to the real world1. if someone invites you back to their placewelcome to the real world in Free Verse More Like This
for coffee, and you only drink tea,
you probably won’t actually be drinking coffee.
2. when the creepy guy from work asks you out
again and you think about accepting for the first
time because you’re sick of going home alone and
you have never learned how to say no, don’t. learn.
stand in front of the mirror until you love yourself
enough for your skin to fit snug on your body. read
about the hundreds of millions of planets out in the
hundreds of millions of galaxies and feel so crowded
that you’re about to burst all over again.
3. you’re gonna screw up.
Jesus Christ, you’re gonna screw up so bad
and i’m not talking about forgetting an appointment bad,
or spilling coffee on your boss bad
or getting into a small fender bender on the side of the interstate bad.
i’m talking about the kind of bad that ties you down
into your bed on Monday morning when you
need to go to work. th
Of Gods and Demons: Two"One-Way Ride"Of Gods and Demons: Two in Short Stories More Like This
"Ship decelerating ma'am, we'll exit into normal space in three...two...one."
On the edge of the Epsilon Indi system, a corona of energy appeared. It widened, a huge flare of pent-up magical energies revealing a hole in space itself. It was out of this hole that the UESC Everfree came, a massive destroyer ship bristling with weaponry and armour, ready for combat. A clang reverberated through the ship, the metal structure almost rippled as the electromagical engine released its grip, and it fell back into normal space. Admiral Celestia glared at her viewscreen, they were a few hundred miles out. Close as pony science could get a slipspace vessel to go, but they were still worryingly inaccurate. It was all too possible to re-materialise inside a sun, for example, so in this instance they were lucky. Celestia couldn't imagine a more ironic death for herself.
The small pedestal flared back to life after the rolling power fluctuation. On it a hologram stood
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Ponykind had always dreamed of the great beyond, the pale moon and fiery sun that dominated the starry sky. Ever since the first Pilohippus scratched out the beginnings of civilisation in their caves and huts, the never-ending will to explore every crevasse, bridge every river, and climb every mountain drove ponykind to dominance and prosperity over their planet. As the last blank spaces on the map filled, and the population grew to bursting point, ponykind looked to the stars to find new answers.
The first tentative steps into orbit grew into leaping bounds around the system. Every planet in the Sun's warming rays was colonised, homesteads and cities grew and prospered. And yet, it was still not enough.
Secession and rebellion, colonists took up arms against the governing forces and the taxes they imposed. With self-sufficiency they also sought independence. Independence the United Equestrian Nations was not willing to give. Ponykind's fledgling empire rang wi