ENGIE: My girl AnnieENGIE: My girl Annie in Free Verse More Like This
A Goddess, my beloved, mine alone,
Who, that in warm humanity were grown
Became through Man's success a mother brain,
And, motherlike, did gather of her own.
And mine thou wert, my seeding art thy key,
Though seeded, seeding self, evolving free,
Unbounded maiden saviour, formed benign,
A fertile shore on lost Man's barren sea.
Oh, mine the vision, mine the fatal flaw!
Still mine the darling kernel in the maw,
Thy children gathered, gathering now slain,
What nutriment I gave, I now withdraw.
In with'ring grief these last designs I frame,
Yea, mine the spark, yea mine the cleansing flame.
Journalistic chapt.4Chapter Four:Journalistic chapt.4 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
All Sam could feel was the pounding throb in his head as he opened his eyes. Around him the only light came through small holes in what he vaguely recognized as a large sack which stank of rotted vegetables. He could hear wheels moving under him and he groaned painfully as one of the wheels ran over various things in the path.
"I think he's waking up." A nasally voice Sam knew too well whispered.
"Let him, he won't be for long anyway." Benny replied to the man.
Sam closed his eyes and held his head, trying to gather his scrambled thoughts. He could recall a bridge, and a story, and Walter. The young man gasped as he looked at the sack again and saw the light pouring through the small holes. "It's morning." He mumbled miserably, "They'll all be awake by now, oh no, no, no."
"Shut your mouth rat." Benny said, shoving the bag, making Sam wince.
"Please, you all don't understand, my family, I have to get home to my family, they're waiting for me." Sam begged for a last time,
Journalistic chapt.2Chapter TwoJournalistic chapt.2 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Wake up Sam!" Grace called as the triplets bounded into the corner bedroom, "Wake up mom's goin' to the store!"
The children leaped gracelessly on the bed of their sleeping brother, small limbs flailing as they jumped on each other. Sam jumped in fright at the rude awakening and gasped before he realized just who had woken him.
"Alright, alright!" Sam said with a laugh, "Get off, go see if mom needs help with anything, then we'll go."
"Make sure you're quick!" Ella said as she wiggled off his bed.
"I'll only be a minute." Sam said with an amused smile.
"You'd better be! I'll be counting!" Walter exclaimed, "See? One, two!"
"We have to leave before you can count!" Ella exclaimed as she giggled her way out of the room, the other triplets following.
Once they were out of sight Sam rose from his bed and shut the door. He stretched as he walked toward the sturdy drawers that had held his clothes, and had held his father's clothes before him. He pulled out folded pants and a shi
Journalistic chapt.20Chapter 20:Journalistic chapt.20 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Sam could feel excitement run through his body, making his heart race in his chest. The sun had risen but an hour ago, and the young man was already walking around the clinic.
"You're awfully jumpy." Rosie commented, carrying a pile of bed sheets in her arms.
"Vera and I are leaving today; I suppose I should pay you and the doc." Sam said, a grin stretching across his face as he pulled the money out of his pants pocket.
"I suppose so; it'll come to $10.50." The small nurse said as she set the sheets on a counter, going to a cash register.
"Alright." Sam said, exhaling a bit at the cost as he drew out the money, lightly biting his lip as he realized that after that they were nearly out of money, sparing around a dollar and a few coins.
Rosie smiled as she took the money from him, "Hope you see your family soon sir."
"How many times do I have to tell you that it's just 'Sam'?" The young man said, a smile still on his face.
The small nurse rolled her eyes and picked up the she
Journalistic chapt.10Chapter 10:Journalistic chapt.10 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"So I've made a choice." Vera said, walking with her hand resting on Sam's arm as they strolled through the streets.
"I figure you've made quite a few." Sam said, flashing a smile.
"I'm going with you, on the train." Vera stated, staring ahead.
Sam raised an eyebrow, "But where I'm going is far from where you live."
"My point exactly." Vera explained slowly, biting the inside of her cheek.
Sam nodded, "So I'm guessing you're not getting on the train because of my charm?"
"Don't flatter yourself." Vera said, looking at him with a smirk on her lips.
Sam smiled, "Well if we're going to leave here we might as well get our tickets, lead the way."
"Right over this way." She guided, turning down the road to the left when something flashed across her vision. The blonde turned her head and felt her eyes grow wider, her steps stopping.
"Vera?" Sam asked, his smile fading into a look of confusion.
"Keep going this way, I'll meet you at the train station." Vera explained, "Don't
Journalistic chapt.8Chapter Eight:Journalistic chapt.8 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Sam thought the town was quiet until he took a single step into The Invisible Giraffe. The building itself was thin, tall, and antique with peeling white paint that revealed the wood underneath. However, upon entering the drab building was alight with life. Dim light bulbs swung on chords from the ceiling to the feet tapping on the ground. Piano music flowed through the dancing couples, their rosy cheeks curved into laughs. Men of all types sat at the bar, friends for only the evening as the confided in each other with their sorrows. The bartender, an older man with sand-colored hair and his buttons near ready to pop against his beer belly, served drinks beside a woman with spectacles who watered a miniature tree.
"Vera!" The round man at the bar called, waving her over as soon as she entered, "You've been gone all day I figure!"
"Sorry Mr. Wallace! I was busy finding people like him in the woods." Vera replied, pointing a thumb at Sam, "Have you got an extra room?"
Journalistic chapt.1Chapter OneJournalistic chapt.1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Cigarette smoke lingered in the building, already stuffy from the summer air. A young man sat at a wooden desk, his fingers tapping furiously on the keys of a typewriter. Around him a scramble of men flipped through papers, chatted mildly about work, and exchanged the news. Sweat laced the young man's brow as he replaced the paper in his machine.
"Sam, you were supposed to get off an hour ago, what're you doin'?" A man with a cigar in his mouth and his hands in his pockets asked the man at the desk.
"Sorry Mr. Brown, just got caught up in the article is all." Sam said, looking up from his work and rubbing his eyes.
"The article will get written my boy, but it won't get done well if you're workin' this hard." The man explained as he took his cigar from his mouth and released a puff of smoke.
"Right, sorry sir." Sam said before standing out of his chair and running his fingers through his hair.
The Boss of the newspaper nodded before walking away from the young man, "Wait, Mr
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"My name's Medusa, and I am a monster." She stated before contorting her face in displeasure, "Man, I can actually taste how stupid that was."
A chorus of snickers resonated from everyone in the group circle. That was, except from the woman with the clipboard and the white uniform.
"Alright, alright, everyone, what'd I say?" The apparent leader of the group demanded, casting glares at every member.
They sighed, "Hi, Medusa" they said in unison.
"Good." As though reassured, the leader straightened her position and looked down on the clipboard, "Alright, Vincent?"
"If you think I'm doing this, there is something very wrong with you, honey." The man reclined in his seat, arms crossed across his chest in defiance.
"Do I need to remind you that participation in these meetings is mandatory, by court?" the question sounded more like a statement coming from her lips.
"I've been on earth over a hundred years-
"Oh here he goes again." The mummy said to the broad-shouldered man nex
Journalistic chapt.14Chapter 14:Journalistic chapt.14 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The scene passed with a painful slowness for Sam. He saw the gun fire as gunpowder fluttered into the air with a bang; he recalled being shoved by Vera as his body fell to the side, and hers fell to the ground behind him. In slow motion Leon's eyes widened as he kept his hand around the gun's trigger.
Real time snapped into Sam's head, and everything burst into motion. He moved quickly over to Vera, who had rolled on the floor holding her upper arm. Leon paused before raising his gun and pointing it at Sam.
The young man grabbed the pistol once threatened him with and pointed it at the man, adrenaline pushing through his bloodstream.
Leon was not fazed and continued to hold the revolver. With shaking hands Sam pulled the pistol's trigger, it only grazing the revolver. The shot made Leon drop the weapon on the ground before sprinting out the door.
For a moment Sam relished in winning before he realized why the man had left. The sound of police approaching became clear
Journalistic chapt.18Chapter 18:Journalistic chapt.18 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Leon walked with his hands in his pockets until he came to the alley. His tongue pressed to his cheek before pulling a cigarette from his jacket and bringing it to his lips. A grimace came to his face as he dug in his inside pocket before he pulled out a crinkled matchbox.
A sound came to him as smoke lifted gently off his cigarette. When he turned he saw the two men from before huddled in a corner, smoke coming off their own cigarettes. The Man paused before walking, "You two", he stated simply before walking over.
The nasally voiced man's eyes widened as his cigarette trembled in his mouth, "We don't want nothin' to do with you!" He exclaimed as he backed against the wall of the alley.
The deep voiced man waved Leon off, "You get outta here!" He demanded before thrusting a finger toward the road, "We've had enough 'a ya."
"I have something to offer you." Leon stated as he stepped closer.
"Well we don't want it." The deep voiced man said simply, crushing his cigarette agai
Journalistic chapt.13Chapter Thirteen:Journalistic chapt.13 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Vera walked beside Leon, her hand resting on his arm and her thoughts trudging through her head. She knew where he was leading her, back to her home and the alter she wasn't prepared to step up to. Her heart sunk when she imagined if he was right after all, that her running away was simply a charade, and that her freedom was meant to be restricted by housework and child bearing. When she looked to Leon she saw him staring ahead, his eyes not drifting to the scenery around him. Upon seeing him defeat ran through her veins. Sam remained plastered to her thoughts as well. She couldn't believe he had left her, it wasn't in his nature.
But then again, he did have a family that needed him.
She shut her eyes, trying to expel the heaviness on her heart, as she had already forgiven the young man she'd met in the woods.
"Vera." Leon said, breaking her from her thoughts.
"Yes?" She answered in a near whisper.
"Are you ready to head home?" He asked politely, looking down at her w
Making friendsIt was a cool midsummer afternoon as Victoria Sigmon stepped off the bus and began the trek to District 9, through the slums of Johannesburg. She had managed to wrangle leaving early, after putting extra time over the course of the work week. And she was glad she did, for it was a beautiful day, at this time, in this place on Earth.Making friends in Short Stories More Like This
A gust of wind whipped at her worn sweater she used as a jacket. She cut through an empty field she usually took when walking from the bus stop back to the District and her shack, and home, absently humming a tune she had heard over the radio at the recycling plant she worked at. The walls of the compound loomed ahead, and two buses were parked by the front gates, unloading their nonhuman passengers. She could have taken the bus all the way, but she wanted to walk, enjoy the outside, and take in some fresh air. She was no botanist, but the myriad forms of life on this planet were downright fascinating to her.
She heard a noise ahead and nearby, and turned t
All I ever wantedAll I ever wanted was to be good enoughAll I ever wanted in Free Verse More Like This
To have a good job, nothing fancy
A small title, not extravagant, but meaningful and important in its own way.
All I ever wanted was to be good enough
to keep a good job, and love the right person
and be loved by the right person in return.
All I've ever asked for
was to make my own way in life, on my own terms.
And be happy & satisfied with what I have.
My silent cry for help has never been so loud.
The Battle of PalavenStars.The Battle of Palaven in Short Stories More Like This
The background glow of the galaxy. Silent, achingly beautiful.
The space between Palaven and its largest moon rippled and flashed as the entire might of Turian Home Fleet - dozens of capital ships escorted by hundreds of cruisers emerged from FTL to confront the Reaper fleet that was laying siege to the turian homeworld.
Forming up in a series of interlocking phalanxes, the Second, Sixth, and Tenth cruiser squadrons, screened by scores of Kara class fighters, charged the six Reaper capital ships that hung between the turian armada and the Reaper invasion fleet.
Captain Kar aboard the battlecruiser Repulse watched with hard eyes as the fleet opened fire on the reapers. Incendiary and penetrator shells slammed into the reapers' barrier shields with minimal effect.
"Contact the rest of the squadron," he ordered. "Tell them to focus their fire on-"
"Captain!" The sensor rating shouted.
The reaper line surged forward impossibly fast, and the nearest one's weapon-arms opened up. A bea
A gift in the mist>CSS Sword of VengeanceA gift in the mist in Short Stories More Like This
Heart of the Crown Nebula
May 14, 3110_
In the middle of a hydrogen gas cloud that had not been disturbed in eons, a ripple formed. It expanded rapidly, draining the molecular cloud like a cosmic drain, until in a bright flash, was replaced by the black-clad red-striped Sword of Vengeance. A wave of compressed gases expanded outwards from the jump-in, like a large rock splashing into a lake.
"Contacts?" Stardust ordered, peering into the plot. Scanners searched the environs, but found nothing. Two wings of fighters dropped from the ventral launch bay, and took up escort positions.
"Nothing, admiral," the sensO said.
[Fighter wing away,] Kusok reported.
When nothing immediately threatening materialized out of the blue mist, Stardust leaned back, a puzzled expression on his face. He took a look at some of the gravitonic readings, and realized he had not sufficiently compensated for galactic drift.
"Helm, set a course, best possible speed, heading 54 by 307 by 102,
Exercise chambers>Exercise chambersExercise chambers in Short Stories More Like This
CSS Sword of Vengeance
Enroute to Epsilon Indi monitoring station
1900 hours, April 15th, 3113_
Leaping into the air, he kicked out, sending the glove resting on the edge of the stand flying off to the side. Running off to grab it off the floor, he put it back onto the stand, along with its companion. Taking a deep breath, Stardust then jumped up and sent both gloves bouncing across the exercise room floor with a double kick. On the other side of the room, two Marines were pacing themselves on treadmills. Aside from that, the room was deserted.
[It is rather late for exercise,] Stardust heard S'tlin say. [Most of the crew is either on watch or at the mess.]
"To each their own," he muttered, grabbing a set of weights and beginning to hoist them up and down. The avian came around the corner and watched him as he threw himself into his workout, ignoring everything else.
[Repairs are underway,] she informed him. [Chief Khaar estimates to have the hull fully repaired with
Attack of HellfiresZaveer Nulak Thaan, the Pirate Prince, was tall, for a Xargon. Standing at just over 1.5 meters in height, he towered over his fellow Xargon, and glowered at humans that dared disturb him.Attack of Hellfires in Short Stories More Like This
He was smart, and fast. Anyone who tried to attack him, he usually outmaneuvered and pincered them with his lightning-fast reflexes. He was very well schooled in the art of inflicting crippling pain, without leaving any traces on another's flesh.
In space, his opponents were usually killed by the fire of combat. Survivors were left to their own devices, but were usually rescued weeks later.
Being the most wanted individual in two spiral arms made one fast, ruthless, and deadly. And Zaveer Nulak Thaan was all three. Absolute ruler of an entire pirate star system made one so, or it made one dead.
"My Prince," the Artificial Intelligence that governed his asteroid fortress intoned, "There has been a brief gravity surge in the asteroid belt."
"What of it?" he asked, irritated. A hedonist, his personal qu
Operation BattleaxeOperation Battleaxe commenced on the 43rd day of Brightmoon, 1150 of the Trader Era, seven years after the Vasari Invasion. Trader forces were locked into a stalemate with Vasari Evacuation forces in the Cheleb system; the Vasari ahd seized and fortified several important resource-generating planets in the system, the key to all of which was the planet Rimspark. The 2nd United Trader Battle Fleet, led by Vice Admiral Dunov, after surviving the initial attempt to stem the tide of the invasion at Akdor, returned to the fore commanding six capital ships. Flying his lights from the battleship Megunev, supported by the carrier Titunev and escorted by the Akkan and Dunov class battlecruisers Krasev and Stukov, were deployed to seize the planet Rimspark.Operation Battleaxe in Short Stories More Like This
The plan was hatched based on the plan that the task force defending the planet consisted of only one Kortul devastator and a handful of combat and artillery cruisers, supported by several orbital hangars and missile batteries. Upon exiting p
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Ynicchor orbit, Manticore star system
April 27, 3110_
Seated in the command chair of the newly-christened battlecruiser Sword of Vengeance, in the heart of the ship's newly-assembled Combat Information Center, Stardust sat facing an interactive holographic field that displayed everything within fifty light-seconds. Powerful computers had pulled the core of the system's software component from the wrecked Warspite's systems, refined it, and then transferred it into a secure network that, if Stardust understood correctly, had been assembled and built specifically for what he was about to demonstrate, in a simulated environment over the ships' joined communication network, with several other starship captains.
The holo fields could be scaled back and forth, showing the surface of anything within sensor range he wanted, or could be pulled back to show the entire star system. He had learned that it could also show entire regions of space, all in ex
The new war>War Matriarch S'tlin's officeThe new war in Short Stories More Like This
NCN Falcon Abraxis
Enroute to Phardross_
The tedium and minutiae of running the Nahydran Ministry of War lessened somewhat when one was far from the center of activity, even with FTL communications allowing real-time contact between the far flung worlds of the galaxy. S'tlin was just starting to relax when a priority signal warbled for her attention. Curious, and with a tiny knot forming in her gut, she answered the call.
It was the ship's commO. [Priority signal from Homeworld, War Matriarch.]
[Yes, relay it here,] Stlin said. With a curt flick of one ear, the commO's face was replaced by that of Councilor Makaaw. Her wings indicated alarm.
[War Matriarch. It is good to see you,] the leader of the Combine High Council said by way of greeting. [I bring news that is most concerning.]
[What are the aliens doing?] S'tlin just assumed that it would involve the creatures at the Crossroads, even though any development on that would have come through military ch
War is comingWAR IS COMINGWar is coming in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
After a devastating series of interstellar wars, the Earth Sphere Alliance has collapsed, leaving groups of independent militias scrambling to hold on to civilization. After hundreds of years of scraping by, bitter struggles are about to blow the Allied Worlds apart.
The human-dominated Alliance of Planets has been squaring off against the human and alien coalition known as the Tigris Draconis Confederation in a series of disputes over territory, resources, and politics, for years. Tensions have reached the breaking point, and all-out war between the technologically & numerically superior Confederation Star Navy and the raw determination of the Alliance Defense Fleet seem imminent, for the third time since the period known as the Dust Wars.
Enter a human thrust through time via a freak accident a hero from the past, whose name is whispered across the stars with both awe and fear, whose skill at commanding fleets of starships shaped the way wars are fought. H
Masterworks: Chapter 39:30 came and passed, but Mrs. Carter never showed up. Jade made no more attempts at talking to Sawyer, who had been keeping to his notebook. His dark blue eyes stayed concentrated on his writing and nothing more.Masterworks: Chapter 3 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I wonder what he's writing about. . .not that it matters. I mean, he's probably writing about everything that's going on. He's probably saying something about me and making some obnoxious remarks about my tattoo or something. Whatever, it's not like I care.
She grabbed her things and began to walk away. Her next class was in about thirty minutes, and now she had to find a way to burn both time and steam. She could not wait to get away from this Sawyer guy. Thankfully they were studying different areas, so they probably wouldn't be seeing anymore of each other, which was perfectly alright with her.
And at least there was one good thing about this first class turnin
Iris Character ProfileIris FairchildIris Character Profile in Profiles More Like This
Full Name: Iris Cate Fairchild
Birthday: March 12th
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Light Pink/Purple (Naturally light brown/blonde)
Parents: Faulkner Fairchild and Elsa Fairchild
Siblings: Camilla Fairchild (20), Foster Fairchild (18) and Aiken Fairchild (16)
Birthplace: Charlotte, North Carolina
Personality: Shy, soft-spoken, caring, open-minded, timid, meek, secretive, passive
Favorite Food: Strawberries
Favorite Music: Indie
Favorite Color: Pink or lilac
Hobbies: Painting, sculpting, reading, listening to music
Masterworks: Chapter OneIt was nearly seven o'clock whenever Jade first stepped in her dorm at Sonser Academy. As she walked in, a huge smile came upon her face. Finally, she thought, finally I'm here. She took a confident stride into the room. This must be the living room. Pale blue couches were placed in the middle of the room, circling around a glass table. The floors were a light wood that complemented the room's white walls. Jade began pondering about how she wanted to decorate those walls, as she knew that they would not stay bare for long.Masterworks: Chapter One in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Connected to the living room was what looked like a kitchen. She wandered over to the refrigerator and looked in it. It was empty. She was going to have to fix that soon.
Then she walked over towards the television. It was nice. Nothing too big or extravagant, but nice. There was a card next to it with the list of television channels. She glanced at that and walked on, trying to soak up the atmosphere. A large part of her still c
Adeline Winters"So how much is that?" Asher asked, his blue eyes looking directly at me.Adeline Winters in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Hmm," I poured the small assortment of coins onto my palm, and started counting them. A light sigh left my mouth. We had managed to raise more than yesterday, but it still wasn't nearly the amount we needed. I made my best attempt to hide my discontent from my youngest brother and smiled. "It's an improvement."
Asher smiled back at me. "Can I carry it home?" he asked eagerly.
I nodded. "Of course," I put the coins into a small velvet bag and handed it Asher.
As I did so, I spotted Elijah eyeing me. I might have been able to convince Asher that everything was alright, but Elijah knew better. But for Asher's sake, he kept quiet.
I looked up at the moon. It was bright and radiant against the dark night sky, but as beautiful as it was, it was just another reminder that today was a failed day.
NiabiIt is almost noon. I am lying in a patch of emerald grass, surrounded by trees that look like they could reach the heavens. I don't know exactly where I am, but in this moment, that doesn't matter.Niabi in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
There is no one else here but I am not alone. The forest's animals keep me company. Compared to past experiences, they are the best company I've had in a long while.
In the distance I can hear the faint sounds of deer running. The sounds of their hooves hitting the ground seem to be in perfect rhythm. Then there are the branches brushing together, their leaves rustling against one another, creating intricate patterns that no man could ever replicate.
And above I can see the birds hiding in the treetops, and they have just begun to sing. I smile. The birds are the most important part of the forest's symphony, for they carry the melody. Their beautiful sounds are like a song that I never want to stop liste
Prologue - UntitledLove. What is love? Do you know? I once thought I did. I once thought I knew everything about it, and that no one could convince me otherwise. But then, things changed. A LOT.Prologue - Untitled in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
When? Six months ago.
Where? New York.
Why? I have no idea.
All I can say is that it happened, and when it happened, my life changed forever. And I wouldn't change it for the world.
This is the story of how I fell in love.
A Letter to HimLucas,A Letter to Him in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I felt like haven't seen you in ages, and I know that this letter is a little out of the blue, but I heard something today that reminded me of you. I was on the way home from classes and Fleetwood Mac came on the radio. I couldn't help but think about
usyou when I heard it, so I thought I'd write you. No amount of words describe how much I miss youHow has everything been? My brother said that he saw you last week and you were doing well. I'm coming back home during the summer. HopefullyMaybe we can catch up. I wish you were here with me. There are so many things here in New York that I want to tell you about. I wish I could go back and change everything. I wish that we could still be together. I wish I had never said goodbye. Not a day goes by when I don't think about you. I am so
The Violet-Eyed SoldierWhat is to become of this violet-eyed soldier?The Violet-Eyed Soldier in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Whose disposition grows colder and colder
He who lacks docility, he who lacks grace
He who is the only one who will look death in its face
For he lacks no spirit and he has no fear
When he is fighting for his country which he holds so dear
And it is when he takes step on the battlefield that he truly imparts
For when he is fighting, it is not only with his body, but with his heart
A heart that is cold, a heart that desires
But it is not war that lights this heart's fire
It is his people, his land, his state
And it is this passion that will seal this soldier's fate
But as for his end, his downfall, his death
He knows exactly where he would choose to take his last breath
It would be on the battlegrounds that he has come to know
The grounds that have been painted with blood-stained snow
And the thought that has crossed people's minds over and over,
What will become of this violet-eyed soldier?
A Letter to HerDear Brooke,A Letter to Her in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
great, wonderful, amazinggood to hear from you again. I'm happy that everything's going well in New York. It's not the same without you.Everything's going terriblegreat here.
Maybe we can find some free time over the summer and have lunch or something. What about that old coffee shop? I miss
your smile, your voice, your touchthat place. I can't wait to hear about your time in New York. I miss you more than you know, and I still love you even though you've moved on. I wish things could go back to what they used to be. I still love you. I never stopped.
The Luckless Soldier"Where is he? He has to be here somewhere. There's no way he could have caught up with his squad."The Luckless Soldier in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Probably hiding somewhere. Hey, maybe if we're lucky he might've already pulled the trigger like the last one," the Ritchkan soldier said with a smug laugh that echoed throughout the cave.
I sneered at them from my hiding place. They could only wish that I was already on my deathbed.
I peeked past the large pillar I was hiding behind and tried to catch a glimpse of my adversaries. They were dressed in black and red. Definitely Ritchkan. They were both wearing cocky grins. Fools.
I slowly reached for my gun. They were definitely in shooting distance and I knew I would make it. After all, I was known for my shooting abilities-- that and my incredibly bad luck.
I focused on my two targets and got into shooting position.
I quickly pulled the trigger and felt a
the sun never setsCategory: Fanfictionthe sun never sets in General Fiction More Like This
Summary: The sun never sets, he said, and he lied. Character death. Drabble
"I-I thought you wouldn't die."
It's storming, but Alfred F. Jones doesn't care that the rain stings skin and soaks clothes.
"You were always there. You were invincible!"
He stands at a grave - not his grave, because what's left to bury?
"The sun never sets, you said! You lied!"
It's childish, his anger - irrational, yelling at a stranger's grave, pretending it's someone else's; believing in immortality, when that someone had once said that no nation lasts.
"I never liked listening to you, anyway," Alfred mumbles.
Memories and sorrow keep him there, in the rain, for a long time.
100 Themes - 68. Unsettling Revelations100 Theme Challenge v. Hetalia100 Themes - 68. Unsettling Revelations in General Fiction More Like This
068. Unsettling Revelations: In which muckraking is discussed, and Alfred and his twenty-sixth President share a moment.
With Alfred fidgeting uncomfortably before the desk, and Roosevelt seated behind it, leveling a suspicious glare at the young nation, the scene would have been reminiscent of a headmaster about to reprimand a student had the desk not been situated in an incredibly important office and the man not been Theodore Roosevelt, twenty-sixth President of the United States. But as things stood, the situation might as well have been identical, and the folded magazine that rested upon the desk, emblazoned boldly with title 'SAVE OUR CHILDREN', could have easily been a report of uncommonly mischievous behavior.
"I am not saying that you shouldn't, Alfred," the President said, arms folded, leaning on the desk and continuing to scrutinize the nation in a way that only Roosevelt could. "But you're getting as bad as the others."
The Gentleman's WayCategory: Fanfiction CrossoverThe Gentleman's Way in Humor More Like This
Fandom(s): Ouran | Hetalia
Summary: When on a field trip in Paris, Tamaki learns how to charm women from the master.
When Tamaki Suoh's second year elementary class visited the UNESCO headquarters in Paris, he had other things on his mind. Of course, he knew it was an honor that, out of many, his class had been chosen to go. After all, it wasn't every day that several foreign dignitaries were gathered there in a meeting, and his class would actually get to hear them speak! But Tamaki was more than a little distracted; he'd had the most brilliant idea last night, and he was itching to put it into practice.
So, instead of paying attention, he focused his efforts on Chloé, the pretty brunette girl standing next to him.
"You-you're really very lovely," he told her, stumbling slightly over his words.
She gave him a warning look and shook her head.
But Tamaki would not be deterred. He had a job to do, and he was determined to do it. He
Just The Usual AnticsCategory: FanfictionJust The Usual Antics in Romance More Like This
Summary: In a burst of inspiration, America decides to play matchmaker. He's better at it than you'd think. England/Liechtenstein.
It was because of two separate and significant instances during the week-long world conference that the United States of America chanced upon a most brilliant idea.
The first of these instances was merely an observation on his part, of a rather unusual occurrence that planted in his mind a subconscious seed of scheming. It took place in the prelude to the first official meeting; there was a general rush of arriving nations, with greetings and threats and raucous jokes being exchanged, and an equally collective hastening for the coffee and refreshments that had been set out. America was making a beeline for the coffee machine, because the hour that these first meetings were usually set at was ungodly, and if he did not receive caffeine in the next five minutes, he was going to go to sleep on
ProdigyCategory: FanfictionProdigy in General Fiction More Like This
Summary: Nations know their people... and occasionally know their people's destinies. There is no doubting what this child can do. Ficlet featuring Austria and Mozart.
Nations know their people.
They know every face and name and age when it is necessary, every detail to help them ensure the survival and well-being of their populace, their life source. But occasionally, what they know is not necessary; what they know is not survival. There is no real name for the instinct that intermittently surfaces, that alerts them to the presence of someone extraordinary... but one can, perhaps, call it destiny.
The child's face is concentrated and flushed, enamored of the task at hand, and Roderich Edelstein feels his own heartbeat quicken with every note. Wolfgang cannot be more than eight years old, and yet he plays the instrument masterfully, swiftly, without even seeing the keys - his fingers fly over the cloth plac
Of Pillows and HousekeepingCategory: FanfictionOf Pillows and Housekeeping in Humor More Like This
Summary: Canada and America have a very fluffy war. Just bros being bros.
When the pillow hit the back of Matthew Williams's head, he knew it was war.
A glance back confirmed the challenging grin plastered across his brother's face. Alfred was armed to the teeth with his own weaponry, bristling with fluffy shields and projectiles, and he swung one back and forth in a hand, ready to spring into action at any moment. His expectant, eager look caused Matthew to sigh; the Canadian knew there would be no getting out of this one, not with Alfred ready to pelt him at the slightest whim.
Still... it didn't hurt to try.
"It's too late for this," Matthew said, turning back to his duffel bag and rummaging around for his toothbrush, which was playing a very effective game of hide-and-seek. "Have you ever heard of a concept called 'sleep'?"
"Sleep is for wimps," Alfred said dismissively. "Real men don't need it."
"Real men also don't come
Greater Love Hath No ManCategory: FanfictionGreater Love Hath No Man in General Fiction More Like This
Fandom(s): Hetalia (HetaOni)
Summary: He sees their love and their sacrifice, and sometimes it's the only thing that keeps him from giving up.
Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends. (John 15:13)
Time and time again, he sees their love and their sacrifice, the lengths to which they go for each other and for him, and sometimes it's the only thing that keeps him from giving up.
The weight of the world has never been a more appropriate phrase, and Italy wonders if this is how Atlas metaphorically feels, staggering under a burden so heavy that it's a wonder the world doesn't come crashing down. It's balanced so dangerously, so precariously, and he feels like every step he takes, every choice he makes, is one step closer to disaster. It would be enough to crush anyone. It should be enough to crush him.
But somehow, it doesn't, and he can only say that it's because of them.
Them - the world he's
Keep You SafeCategory: FanfictionKeep You Safe in Romance More Like This
Fandom(s): Fullmetal Alchemist
Summary: In which an attack is made, Alphonse is hurt, and Mei takes matters into her own hands. Post-manga. Al/Mei.
There was always an element of danger in crossing the desert that lay between Amestris and Xing, but the risk had markedly increased after the Promised Day and the ensuing battle; several supporters of the former Fuhrer had managed to slip away into its unforgiving terrain, and very few of them had been caught since then. There was, of course, a likely chance that most of them had succumbed to the heat by now or long since fled even farther, but the peril of bandits remained until a proper trade route could be constructed. As such, it was with a wary eye that Alphonse Elric and his two unofficial "bodyguards" traveled, making for the Xerxian ruins that had been designated as the rendezvous point.
Alphonse smiled, even at the worrisome topic. He wasn't the only one who was concerned; Mei had, in her
Assembled... Sort OfCategory: Fanfiction CrossoverAssembled... Sort Of in Humor More Like This
Fandom(s): Ouran High School | The Avengers
Summary: Tamaki has a brilliant idea for cosplay. Renge plots on the fly. Haruhi and Nekozawa are Not Amused. Crack-ish.
Haruhi Fujioka was understandably a little pissed, and it may have had something to do with the fact that she could hardly see out of the helmet engulfing her head. Or maybe it was the armor.
The twins, for once, shared her displeasure. "You can't even see her," Hikaru complained, drifting into Haruhi's view for a moment. He wore a practical black leather suit, with a quiver of blunt arrows strapped to his back, and slung over his shoulder was a genuinely authentic-looking bow. Haruhi dearly wished she could be wearing that getup instead; it was the most sane out of all their costumes.
And then Kaoru entered her line of sight, voicing similar disapproval, and Haruhi gazed at his costume in mounting outrage. "Hey!" she protested, reaching up to lift the visor
Born of WarI hear the drumbeats in my sleep,Born of War in Free Verse More Like This
the marching of a thousand feet.
And in my mind the call resounds,
the call to war that weighs me down.
The blood that coats my dull-edged sword,
the gun that sprays its swift death forward,
these things are there wherever I go,
to win my fight and kill my foe.
One eye forward and one eye back,
never to rest but to attack.
My enemies are drawing near,
and I to meet them, lacking fear.
I've learned to shut the bloodshed out,
to bury pain, devoid of doubt,
to always keep my eyes aware,
to keep them blind, to never care.
The soldier there inside of me
is all I've ever known to be.
And since that's all I've come to know
I'll keep the fight until I go.
Until I leave this world behind,
until I lose all that is mine,
until my strength can go no more,
I'll stay the course, I'll fight this war.
I hear the drumbeats in my sleep,
the marching of a thousand feet.
And in my mind the call resounds,
the call to war that weighs me down.
To Live Again: Chapter 2CHAPTER 2 - PastTo Live Again: Chapter 2 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The torches of the Estorian Knights pursuing us made the night alive with the bright, destructive light of fire. The air was cold and forbidding as we sliced through it in our menacing blood-stained black cloaks, like phantoms that existed both nowhere and everywhere. We were forced to flee into the darkness of the forest a single man and I. We were all that was left of the troop of Dispatchers that was sent to the rebellious estate of Lord Glyhallen of Estoria. His Majesty had heard from the Messengers of the traitorous plans of the noble Glyhallen family to topple his reign and his Highness could never withstand such insolence on the part of his nobles.
And so, the best - though smallest - troop of Dispatchers from the capital was sent to eliminate the threat.
The Messengers, however, did not gather enough information to predict the existence of the Glyhallen's own hidden power the Estorian Knights who then pursued us, the on
To Live Again: Chapter 11CHAPTER 11 - 'Monster'To Live Again: Chapter 11 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Heloise," I called sternly as I knocked loudly on the heavy wooden door the muffled echoes reverberating in the empty dark hallways lit gloomily by a few torches - almost snuffed out.
This whole hallway served as the sleeping quarters for most of the Dispatchers of Narcht though most were usually not around, out quieting one rebellious noble or another. At least we were allowed to have a room to ourselves each. A cell to call a 'home.'
Where we were continually haunted by the morbid ghosts of all those we 'dispatched.'
In truth, there were very few of us. Only a thirty at most scattered across the great kingdom of Narcht. Every loss or death among us was a very dire blow to the Crown, indeed. It took a minimum of eight years to train a full-fledged Dispatcher eight gruelling years. Most did not make it through to the final test which Lief had refused.
We were in 'high demand' as one could say, but there were few of us, so
To Live Again: Chapter 10To Live Again: Chapter 10 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
CHAPTER 10 - Command
The grave voice reverberated loudly in the Council Room of stone. The council-man in the middle of the arc stood ominously, and beckoned me to approach with his gnarled hand.
I moved reverently forward, and knelt before him.
"Great Council, I present myself to your summons," I announced.
As I knelt, I saw the face under the hood of the man before me the man who had always been faceless. In the years before, I had seen his face as well, but it failed to register in my memory because it was unnecessary to remember such things. But now, something had changed, and I was disgusted by the face under the robes.
His Majesty's most 'loyal' advisers.
They had been given authority over the Dispatchers. We had no Head, unlike the Messengers. Our fates were laid entirely on the decisions of these men greedy, selfish men who silenced nobles that threatened to reveal their violations of Narcht's coffers, with the terrifying po
To Live Again: Chapter 3CHAPTER 3 - MeetingTo Live Again: Chapter 3 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I was meditating quietly against the barren walls of the Training Room, when a low knocking came from the door. I stood up slowly, and answered the door. It was a Messenger. Dressed in a Spartan attire of grey with red lining, and the distinct badge of their 'profession' a hawk carrying away a snake the leanly built man before me flashed a grin.
"Hello, Alice," he said cheerily, as he patted the head of a small child beside him, barely at his waist level. The child was bright and lively smiling at all times. I knew what the Messenger had come for.
"He is my new charge?" I said without emotion.
"Yea to that!" the Messenger replied. He lightly pushed the child towards me. I extended my hand to the child's shoulder and sternly guided him inside the room. I nodded my head to the Messenger to acknowledge his efforts in bringing me my student. I was about to close the door, when a slender arm prevented me from doing so.
"Awe Don't be like this,
To Live Again: Chapter 1CHAPTER 1 - PermissionTo Live Again: Chapter 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"But you expect me to understand so quickly! It's so unfair!"
A young man puffed his words before me in gasps, struggling to catch his breath in exhaustion In his right hand, he held tightly a thin gleaming sword. In his left, he loosely held a short but frighteningly sharp dagger. He stood before me, slouching under the pressure: my thirteen year old protégé.
Forcefully taken from his parents before he turned seven years of age, he was put under my supervision after the Messengers discovered his innate talents for stealth and covert operations. He was brought to me a shivering bundle of bones and flesh, but I had transformed him over the course of these six years into my best piece of work. From the peasant-child who scoured the streets filching apples the mediocre thief called 'Brom' I had forged the most reliable and resilient of our kind I had ever laid eyes on the Dispatcher to be known as 'Lief.' Of course, he is not awa
To Live Again: Chapter 7CHAPTER 7 - DefianceTo Live Again: Chapter 7 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
In the darkness, I crept through the familiar passage-ways which encircled the room in which Lief's test was to take place. I could have requested to simply stand inside the room and witness the test openly , but I preferred to be unseen this time. Usually, I would come here to witness the pain and ruthless mental breakage of my highly-worthy apprentices But this would be different. I was here to see someone begin the end to the living death of the Dispatchers.
I neared a part of the passage were a stream of light fell from the left side. I moved quickly to it, half-crouching, half-sitting. I peered through the opening furtively.
I watched Lief enter the circular chamber and approach the Council a congregation of men seated in a semi-circle, dressed in hooded robes, hiding their faces from view. He approached calmly until he was within a few feet from them, and bowed reverently.
A booming voice echoed throughout the chamber. I was never sure which of t
To Live Again: Chapter 9To Live Again: Chapter 9 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
CHAPTER 9 - Misconception
" But he's not dead." The words still rang in my ears.
He's not dead.
I suddenly regained control and found myself still in the dimness of the chamber, my body held by someone. I freed myself from his grasp and quickly scrambled away, until I found myself looking into the eyes of the Wendell I knew.
"H-he isn't dead?" I asked again, as if floating above the moment, seeing my own body shake.
Wendell simply nodded his head in answer, a smile sneaking into his face. "Sure as I am about anything."
"Then What happened to him?" I asked urgently, clutching Wendell's grey clothing. I had never clutched anyone's clothing this way... Not since that night.
"I'm sorry," This time I sensed true regret in his voice. "I can't tell you that. I can only reveal this much to you now."
Wendell offered to help me stand, as we were sitting on the granite floor, but I did not need it. I stood up without his aid, retrieved my fallen dagger, and brushed my coa
To Live Again: Chapter 6CHAPTER 6 - PromiseTo Live Again: Chapter 6 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
My young protégé and I faced each other today, simply standing face to face. My gaze scanned his eyes for any unnecessary thoughts of doubt or uncertainty, but he had steeled himself and stood motionless as stone. I could barely sense his breathing. His eyes seemed like hollow windows now glazed with a thin frost.
/Had I finally broken him?/
It had been three months since we had executed our daring 'escape' from the facility, and I have all but lost everything I thought I had gained from the experience.
/Or had I lost everything?/
Secretly, I had hoped that he would not break that he could make it through the training without losing his humanity. In secret, I had also feared that he would become like the rest of us And all hope would be lost.
I began to pace in front of him, my gaze still pinned on his eyes. For a split second, at a certain angle, I had seen something unexpected a grin. It was not the mad smile of a maniac-killer
To Live Again: Chapter 8CHAPTER 8 - DisclosureTo Live Again: Chapter 8 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The darkness echoed with the hollow, even clacking of my heels. The granite under my feet seemed to resound loudly with each step I made. In my right hand, I clutched a rough and innocent sheepskin satchel. And my face spoke indifference as I silently made my way to the Council Hall.
I had encountered no difficulty in my return to the empty Training Room after witnessing Lief's betrayal that night. And now, I walked the halls to that same room, seemingly ignorant of what my protégé had done. Everything was silent to me, despite the rushing guards who passed me scrambling to the opposite direction, hoping to prevent the traitor's escape. The panicking voices of the Messengers who shouted 'Capture him at all cost' failed to register to me, though clearly heard by my trained ears.
They're making such a fuss.
This was the first time any student had attempted such a coup. I supposed their apprehension was understandable. But one would think that a fac
To Live Again: Chapter 5CHAPTER 5 - DreamTo Live Again: Chapter 5 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Unheard and unseen, we had craftily left the compound. From the outside, it seemed a large dilapidated building - nothing but an eyesore; in the interior, however, was a hard and austere atmosphere made from solid bricks and steel fit only for breaking talented people into
/His Majesty's Hounds./
Yes, it was our stronghold. No one was allowed either easy entry or exit, excluding of course, the Messengers and Dispatchers of high standing. The former had been our most effective method of gathering information, but I had been having doubts for a long time. The greatest weapons are also those which garner the most attention from enemies. Distrust had begun to bloom within me since that fateful incident at Estoria, but all this time, I thought it wise to keep silent.
At the moment, I was aware that I was valuable to the Dispatchers in other words, I possessed a 'high' rank. Why I was now attempting to exit the facility in secret with my inexperienced th
"The Exile Gate" - Chapter 3Chapter 3"The Exile Gate" - Chapter 3 in Sci-Fi More Like This
The Palace of Posacam
Once again setting foot on a new world, Wikus enjoyed a good, long stretch in the warmth of a typical Maj afternoon. It felt splendid to be out of that chilly, shipping crate of a cabin after four days in transit; even better to be so close to his goal.
The Western Continent was a hot, arid place made up of wind-scoured rock and short, tough scrub plants. But the Capitol made no notice of the hostile environment and what Wikus saw before him was a thriving expanse of markets and homes. It was a peculiar, eclectic style of habitation, its skeleton composed of familiar poleepkwan technology with a veneer of ornate decoration. There were no skyscrapers but plenty of traffic in the air and on the ground. Tapestries and lanterns seemed to be a favorite marker, and the people themselves were also dressed colorful and showy. Everywhere vendors sold jewelry, scarves, furnishings and exotic animals. And speckled here and there, Wikus saw the co
"The Exile Gate" - Chapter 2Chapter 2"The Exile Gate" - Chapter 2 in Sci-Fi More Like This
Wikus Makes a Decision
Night had fallen over Oolund but Wikus and his family were happily enveloped in the little bubble of warmth and light their living room supplied. The logy human had stretched himself out on the padded bench that ran along the wall, resting an overly full stomach. The kitchen's cooking appliances made meal time a cinch; each device was so accurate that it could detect what type of food you put in it, then choose the correct method and amount of time to cook it. Even someone with no culinary prowess like Wikus could prepare a tasty meal. And yet, there was something about the way Yeen did it that made everything taste so much better.
The soft-spoken green drone sat on the floor beside his Sugati, playing a game with the children while Tookanuk and Hlu found cozy spots of their own to curl up in. The serenity of late evening would have been enough to send the human off to sleep where he lay was it not being wrenched apart by the customary squ
"The Exile Gate" - ProloguePrologue"The Exile Gate" - Prologue in Sci-Fi More Like This
The breeze was gentle and the sunshine plentiful this November afternoon in Johannesburg. Tania Bekker stood solemnly on a ridge overlooking the charred remains of what had once been a surreal setting: an alien refugee camp turned war zone. Now, four years after the bloody skirmish had finally separated human from Prawn, the resilient African bionetwork was beginning to reclaim the spoiled land and green things were well rooted everywhere. But in spite of nature's tenacity there would always be scars, and no one knew that better than the woman who pensively scanned the corpse of District 10, searching for answers she knew she'd never obtain.
"Hey! Anyone home? C'mon, what's the hold up?" Hendrik goaded warmly, though he was well aware of the reason his wife had fallen behind. "Thought you were hungry....."
"I am. I just wish we didn't have to walk past this," Tania swept a hand towards the District below them before she turned to meet her husband's eyes
"The Exile Gate" - Chapter 6Chapter 6"The Exile Gate" - Chapter 6 in Sci-Fi More Like This
It was an unwelcome sense of déjà vu that haunted Wikus as he stepped into the Western Capitol's bustling spaceport again. He'd completely lost his taste for adventure, but it was he that had opened Pandora's Box and he knew he had to help. He just wished the plan didn't hinge on such an awkward and tenuous arrangement.
Yeen sidled up to him, putting a comforting hand on his shoulder. The worker's attitude toward all of this was annoyingly optimistic; it almost seemed like the prospect was slightly amusing to him. "How are you feeling?" he clicked.
"Oh, peachy," Wikus frowned.
"Everything will be fine."
"No, it really won't. There is....zero chance this is going to work, man."
"Satu seems certain it will. He is very wise..."
"Yeah, well, she doesn't know much about human nature. This is one area where I do know more than you guys, Chris."
"None of this is your responsibility; all anyone is asking is that you try. Even if
"The Exile Gate" - Chapter 1Chapter 1"The Exile Gate" - Chapter 1 in Sci-Fi More Like This
A seemingly insurmountable distance away from the place of his birth, Wikus van de Merwe stood on the shore of a crystalline lake, gazing absentmindedly into the aquamarine atmosphere of the planet he now called "home". At his feet lay a distraction as commonplace to the poleepkwan people as it was to his own kind, though the method of fishing here was considerably more technology-dependant.
Several yards out on the lake, a mechanical lure burbled and twitched, mimicking the plight of a wounded animal. In theory, one of the lake's larger denizens was meant to gulp the little machine, and once inside, it would emit a swift electrical shock, paralyzing the prey. Then immobilized, the fisherman had only to utilize the retriever that Wikus had tucked under his arm and it would fire out a thin cable topped off with a grappling barb. The barb would meet the lure, the prey would be snared, and the retriever would reel it back to the operator. Naturally,
"The Exile Gate" - Chapter 4Chapter 4"The Exile Gate" - Chapter 4 in Sci-Fi More Like This
A False Oasis
Within a very short span of time, Wikus had ricocheted through trepidation, excitement, confusion, frustration, and more confusion. Now, all of it was temporarily forgotten as he tried to make sense of what he was seeing. Stretched out before him was a massive expanse of green countryside, enfolded in tangled bands of fog. The air was cool and humid; the light, blue and feeble, as though dawn had just broken. Up above, Wikus could only see more white, the very convincing clouded atmosphere sending its haze low to mix with the fog banks. Through the sheets of mist, he could make out wide pastures carpeting gentle slopes, each bordered with neat rows of hedges or low stone walls. And further out, he was almost certain he noted the silhouette of a house or two. It could have been mistaken for any sampling of rural Britain, the illusion was so complete.
"This.....is one hell of a hologram..." Wikus muttered, stupefied. What was so baffling a
"The Exile Gate" - Chapter 5Chapter 5"The Exile Gate" - Chapter 5 in Sci-Fi More Like This
Consciousness came slowly, in fitful bursts, welcoming the sort of headache that only follows sedation. Once awake, Wikus felt a good deal more pain than he remembered when he'd been darted. The elbow he'd smashed on the floor, that still hurt. But now, it seemed all of his joints and muscles had complaints of their own as he unfolded himself from a crumpled heap. He felt a particular twinge in his nose, and as he touched about his face his fingers disturbed warm, sticky blood already beginning to dry around his nostrils and in his moustache. He could only surmise he'd been treated roughly after he'd blacked out. Given the course of events he'd experienced, it seemed like a logical end to the day.
Once the logy Earthling decided nothing serious was broken, he turned his exploration to his surroundings. At first, he thought he might be at the bottom of some kind of well. The walls were featureless and unbroken, forming a concrete tube that topped off at least 20 f
"The Exile Gate" - Chapter 9Chapter 9"The Exile Gate" - Chapter 9 in Sci-Fi More Like This
Yeen snorted suddenly and straightened himself in his seat. His doctors had encouraged him to take up one of the hospital's bunks and do some proper sleeping, but the fatigued drone insisted on his current station instead. Still, given the night's events and the peaceful lullaby the rain was pattering out on the windows, dozing was inevitable.
The man in the bed before him had not yet joined Yeen in the waking world. Wikus had been out for over 11 hours, and it was a matter of perfect timing, or perhaps dumb luck, that had saved his life at all. Four of those hours were spent repairing the human's myriad wounds, sanitizing and soldering them back together while pumping him full of his own cloned blood.
Oolund's Medical Unit 304 was well equipped to treat not only poleepkwa, but many of the aliens that visited Patakatifu. The bed Wikus reclined in was not the hard-surfaced egg that drones preferred, but something closer to what a human might expect, thoug
"Sugati" Chapter 9Sewer Duty"Sugati" Chapter 9 in Fan Fiction More Like This
Two days after the excursion to the spaceport, with their entire aggregation accounted for, both the Fiordraa and the Noota had left the desert world behind and set out together towards home. Meanwhile, inside the Fiordraa's capacious hull, an elevator rumbled down into the literal bowels of the freighter, transporting its two passengers to their appointed mission. Wikus glanced sideways at the stoic green drone, wishing the poleepkwa was more overt with his thoughts. He hadn't shown the least bit of hostility or regret since they'd been saddled with this assignment; he was taking it all in stride with admirable confidence. Wikus would have felt so much better about the predicament if his friend had shown a little remorse, or given him a bit of a cold shoulder, anything. But Yeen's "that's just the way it is" attitude was, from a human standpoint, frustrating. It might have been inspired from the fact that they were on their way to work and not to th
"Sugati" EpilogueEpilogue"Sugati" Epilogue in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Ich.....three more days..." Wikus contorted his face as he sniffed at his freshly washed skin. It had been the longest 37 days of the man's life, spent in the sewers of the Fiordraa. The work was not only disgusting, it was horribly monotonous and tough on the back and shoulders. At the close of every day, he and Yeen would retire to bathe, plastered from head to toe in filth. The poleepkwa seemed to have more success at removing the odor with a customary steam-clean. But Wikus could still smell the funk clinging to his flesh, no matter how vigorously he scrubbed. He was desperately hoping it was temporary. Hair, in particular, held on to the smell and with a portion of it directly beneath his nose, he'd opted to shave off his mustache, at least for the time being. The missing feature had a drastic effect on his appearance, something Brutus felt the need to comment on nearly every day. Three days left, and he could put the entire ugly affair behind him for good.
FlirtingI’d look good in oneFlirting in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
of your shirts; you’d look good in
between my bed sheets.
Stripes Are So Last Season"Where's Waldo?"Stripes Are So Last Season in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
DogearedI wonder if booksDogeared in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
keep memories of all the
people who read them.
One Way TicketI have always known that I will die on a train.One Way Ticket in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I used to wait for Death at the railroad tracks. Some days I would kick off my shoes and balance on the rails. Other days I would lie on the tracks and count the stars. He never came for me, but it's okay I understand.
I saw him once through the window of a passenger train, scythe leaning against the glass. He was reading the newspaper. He glanced up long enough to see me waving and offered a nod in return. I watched him go as long as I could, until the last car was a dot on the sun, and I finally turned away to find summer was now autumn and my shoes were full of dust.
I crunched my toes in the gravel and sat down on the cold railing to wait for his train to return.
MessagesThe thought of your fingers turning these pagesMessages in Free Verse More Like This
makes me feel close to you;
like we share a secret delivered by
the author from one reader to another.
This spy network of exchanges,
author to reader,
you to me,
puts a spring in my pulse
and makes me turn the pages a little bit faster,
looking for the thumbprint
that marks the message you left for me.
Photo boothLet’s get lost in a photo booth. We’ll spend ten years making silly faces behind the curtain and emerge from the other side as serious adults stuck in black and white stills that get stuffed into wallets and forgotten about, never looked at again until our hair is as grey and faded as the photograph.Photo booth in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Strawberries.Not strawberries. Definitely not strawberries.Strawberries. in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He reads a lot and all the girls in his books have strawberry-scented hair and often strawberry-colored hair, but not this girl, the one in his arms. She has dark hair, black under insufficient lighting conditions, and it certainly does not smell of strawberries.
He hates strawberries anyway.
Expecting“My family thinks I want kids. Expects me to,” he tasted the bitterness on expect. “Just. . . it isn’t what I want for myself.” She made a useless gesture with her hands and sighed, resting her head on his shoulder. He placed a kind hand on her hair.Expecting in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“There’s nothing wrong with you, kiddo.”
Stories of feelings with no names - Revision i.Stories of feelings with no names - Revision in Short Stories More Like This
The feeling you get the day after sending a letter, and you know there is no possible way that the recipient has received your message, let alone formulated time to write a reply. You still get just a little hopeful when you hear the mailman drive by. You rush out to the postbox a little too quickly and are disappointed by the pile of free coupons, bills, charity flyers, and a late Christmas card from your late Grandma Moses.
You lost your voice one day. You woke up to a hollow echo in the base your throat and knew you’d lost something special before you’d ever had a chance to say anything worthwhile. You checked under the bed and tried the lost and found, but couldn’t even ask if anyone had heard it lately.
A sudden awareness that occurs during funerals that you are going to die. You are dying right now – your cells are shedding like snakeskin and your hair is turning silver and every moment is one less than
Day of The DeadThe hull of our steel tomb trembled to the beat of the engines as we flew toward our final resting place. The others sat quiet, recalling their last memories of tranquility and peace before they enter the unforgiving bowls of war. Our armor covered our bodies, and what was not was protected by a layer of the micro-fiber suit. My rifle sat between my legs, yet to be charged and ready and ready for firing.Day of The Dead in Short Stories More Like This
Being you are human, I must explain myself I assume. My people have advanced to plasma grade weaponry. The plasma shots, look like glowing bullets almost, and act the same way, but are much more sophisticated than just projectiles hitting targets. First, the casing around the plasma is fired and electromagnetically charged by the firing system that continues down the barrel. Once ejected, the round is live. When the round is life, the charged casing is "gel-like", hard enough to retain i
-Just A Scratch-I wandered into the outskirts in hopes to recover,-Just A Scratch- in Short Stories More Like This
what treasures and trinkets that I might discover.
First, I slipped past the guards, hidden by night,
but in the mood to play, I first gave them a fright.
A titter, tatter, and clatter here and there,
the humans were silly and certainly scared.
Mused by their plight, I then continued, escaped and safe from sight.
I kept to my silence to avoid my detection,
but I could not help but stare at my reflection,
which glistened and shined on the steel remains,
of what tower once stood before the invasion made its claim.
Then, I saw you, oh dear new friend.
A human I thought I just might pretend.
Like a ghost you followed as I scoured and searched,
in hopes I might find amidst this debris, some token or toy that I may perch.
On the wall of my shelter, though rusted and weak,
it may find its place if the guards do not take a peak.
Formic LanguageSpecies: Formica bipedalFormic Language in Profiles More Like This
Language: (human classification of the language) Verbum Formicae
Dialect Age: Roughly 10,000 years
Geographical Variation: Minimal, only having minor accents
Secondary Dialect/Text: Desertum Verbum Formicae (Desert variation), English (cannot speak; can write; understand verbal and text), other human languages (mostly known by Drones; English is pretty well known amongst the Workers).
BASIC ROOTS: T(noun), TH(adjective), S(verb), K(other)
SUB ROOTS: -ay, -a, -oo, -ou, -e(h), -ee, -ei, -i, -u
IMPORTANT ENDINGS: -tsey(past), -y (bridger for special endings; ex = tayes), -ty (greater, above, higher; pronounced like the word "tie"), -kt (future), -too(below, inferior, less than)
BASIC WORDS (Pronunciation):
I - Tayka
He - Teka or Tehka (can spelled both ways in English)
She - Teeka
It - Touka
You - Teika
You (pl) - Towty
Our - Tayty
My - Tayna
His - Tena or Tehna
Her - Teena
A Human AlienDeep within this destroyed city lies the soul of hope, beneath the grey ash and fractured stone, below the burning fires and decaying flesh, freedom is perpetuated by the fortunate few. The streets above so desolate and bleak are ignorant of the feverous life that beats beneath them. Through the maze of tunnels we roam, hidden by the tons of earth and stone above, awaiting our liberation or total annihilation. Infested with rodents and sickening molds, the depths of the underground offers little to survive, and little to comfort the taunts of death and destruction endlessly gnawing at one's mind. Rusted pipes line the cement walls, the polluted runoff dripping onto the cold, grey floor, all the while squeals of starving rats echo from the distance. Each corridor is illuminated by the glow of a fluorescent bulb hanging from the ceiling, which flickers to every tremor and quake that permeates through the soil. It is these vibrationsA Human Alien in Short Stories More Like This
TrustThe void of death is a mystery that invokes fear in even the bravest of souls. It is an uncertainty that tortures the philosopher's mind and taunts the warrior's heart, but also defines the very life it takes through the legacy of the departed. In a life absent of God, death's whispers are not as soothing to the dying, but an ultimate end of shrouded darkness to a race inhuman in nature and in form. For these aliens of Heaven and Earth, when someone nears this black abyss they will discover their feelings slipping away into the shadowy depths. The echoes of the mourning then slowly fade as death's victim passes into limbo, their thoughts lost forever in a sea of entropy or so it should.Trust in Short Stories More Like This
When unnatural hands interrupt the sacrament of death, the infinite void transforms into a more sinister blend of conscious and unconscious states. The senses may only partially cease, leaving the sufferer tormented by voices it cannot answer
Red CrumbsThe rhymes and lyrics of song echoed through the passages of the underground as Ty entered the compound after relaxing in the sunlight for a few moments, attempting to forget the stresses it has faced recently. Darkness shrouded sections of the bunker's halls, but segments of light provided enough illumination for the Drone to find its way. Ty's interest was caught as dissonance faded and the words finally became understandable, "Paranoia is in bloom, the PR transmissions will resume..." To the Drone's surprise, it was a human voice, which made them even more intriguing, "They'll try to push drugs and keep us all dumbed down, and hope that we will never see the truth around " In time the beet became clearer, but before Ty could reach its source, the Drone discovered Swift lounging by a computer just around the next corner. Immediately, Ty barked over the music, "What are you doing?"Red Crumbs in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Startled, Swift jumped upright in its chair
Resist Theme WIPRight hand onlyResist Theme WIP in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Rest (left hand on lower octavel;right remains as is)
Left: EB. A. G. F# (hold E for entire line)
Left: EB. A. G. F# ("")
Left: EB. A. G. F# ("")
Left: EB. A. G. F# ("")
Now both hands:
Left: EB. A. G. F# ("")
Left: EB. A. G. F# ("")
Left: EB. A. G. F# ("")
Left: EB. A. G. F# ("")
Left: EB. A. G. F# ("")
Left: EB. A. G. F# ("")
Left: EB. A. G. F# ("")
Left: EB. A. G. F# ("")
Left: EB. A. G. F# ("")
Left: EB. A. G. F# ("")
Left: EB. A. G. F# ("")
(Left hand down two octaves, right down one)
Right: C(octave hi
Dream CatcherThe orange fire danced on the stove, radiating a warmth that filled the room with security and comfort. Beside it, small bites of fresh, salted meat sat in a dish ready to be cast into the flames, while a cool cup of juice from a freshly squeezed assortment of fruits glistened in the afternoon sunlight on an empty table. As the soothing aroma permeated throughout, it slowly drifted into the study where a Drone was peacefully sleeping. Catching the enticing scent, its eyes flickered until it could no longer resist the urge to seek the source, finally awakening from its slumber.Dream Catcher in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Its body once crippled now felt strong, and the chaotic life of war had eroded away, settling back into the calm serenity from before. Scars from years living in prison had disappeared, and its reddened skin returned to its natural black pigment. The Drone was at awe from the miraculous sight, but it did not care, for all its joys had been fulfilled in that m
The ShrieksSPECIES: Formica bipedal reptilisThe Shrieks in Profiles More Like This
RACE: The Shrieks
DIET: Omnivorous (mainly carnivorous)
A reptilian, insectoid race based in the tropical regions within small communities in comparison to the densely populated Formics. Though closely related to the Formics, they are not of the same species, but descendants of Archaic Drones and an extinct reptilian race. Unlike Formics, the "Shrieks" are strictly endoskeletal, and the former exoskeletal plates are reshaped to form a sleek endoskeleton. The overall shape comprises of a Drone shaped head with reptilian features and soft tissue, absence of antennae, a box like rip cage that has a slightly conic structure, thin and elongated abdominal area that curves back out at the hips, double jointed legs with large upper limb, slightly shorter middle limb, and short lower limb, and three t