I Am A Child.I am a child.I Am A Child. in Free Verse More Like This
Unsure, yet unafraid.
Innocent, and carefree.
Surrounded by those who love me,
I have the luxury of taking things for granted.
I can afford to waste things like time,
I get what I need, and everything I want.
I am me, myself entirely, and I don't care what people say to it,
Because I am not aware.
I am ignorant, but I am proud.
I live in a world of princesses and knights,
Pirates and ogres.
I am me.
I am perfect.
I am a child.
Almost Surviving.I see you everywhere,Almost Surviving. in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I guess you could say I'm crazy.
Not much motivation,
I've been a little lazy.
Life is fine, thanks for asking,
It's pouring in the streets.
Skating to and fro with friends,
At least the two halves meet.
Much ado about everything,
Drama seems to be a trend.
I'm sorry if you don't understand,
I no longer have my own hand to lend.
I'm tired of wasting my precious time,
You pretty people, just go away.
I love you all, you know it's true,
But only when I'm insane.
She Lives AgainI'm on the road to getting my life back.She Lives Again in Emotional More Like This
But not risks.
In over a week,
I am happy.
My spirit is happy.
I am learning to live again,
To see the good in everything again.
Anger does not control me,
I do not live by hatred and pain.
I am no longer in the dark end of the tunnel.
I see good, destroying evil,
More so than I ever have.
The light is beginning to shine through,
And it's all thanks to you.
I Am An Adult.I am an adult.I Am An Adult. in Emotional More Like This
Wary and watchful,
So much to fear, yet so little.
I work hard, day by day,
I stress easily,
But I don't give a damn.
It's not hard,
That's what they always say.
What they want you to think.
But it's hard.
I am alone,
I am inhuman.
I am a machine,
Placed on this earth for your convienence.
I am here to serve you,
To serve the world.
I am me.
I am careful.
I am an adult.
RambleRant.Over time, people change.RambleRant. in Emotional More Like This
We go about our lives. Observing. Teaching. Telling. Over-analysing is hardly uncommon. We shrink and we grow, molding and melding to fit a perfect existence that doesn't exist. Other things that only- What was I saying?
I caught myself whispering your name, deep, deep into the night. You're so funny. Flawed. Friendly. Fiery. Lies and love - Oh, but those two - Oh, those two....Oh.
They don't fit together anymore.
Time. We're giving ourselves time, right? Give me some time. I'm adjusting to Open thought thinking, only....it's not as uncomfortable as I thought it might be. You opened my mind and stared at me. Raw. Naked. Exposed. Discomfort? New meaning. Love? Give me a definition, I don't know what I'm feeling. Maybe it's - NO.
I can't lie to you. Making false promises. You heard me choke- no joke, no bloke ever took that yoke. Telling me it's okay, not "I don't know what to say." Then you didn't say anything.
No Butterfly Sandwiches here. Only those thoughts
No More.Trying to find faith in empty places,No More. in Free Verse More Like This
Trying to find love in all embraces.
Desperately searching, desperately trying,
Someone take my hand and tell me I'm not dying.
I wish I could see, I wish I could feel,
I wish that someone could show me what's real.
I can't hardly breathe, I'm a pitiful mess,
No way for me to become any less.
I need someone's hand, I need a bit of light,
Someone to kill this fire inside.
I want to scream and cry and- ugh!
I just really wish...someone would give me a hug.
You Are Loved.You Are Loved. in Emotional More Like This
When I was younger, I "knew" what it meant to be in love. It was that silly feeling, that little tickle in your stomach, that prick of excitement that shot through your body when you talked to, listened to, or even thought of that special person. It was that feeling you got when they said "I love you" or complimented you.
But in that idea I was mistaken.
True love is not just that silly, bubbly feeling you get. It's not just the dance, and the romance. It's not just all those happy moments you share together. Not the laughs and smiles, not the daydreams and kisses. It's what is left when all that is taken away.
To truly love a person is not to believe that they are perfect. It is to know and accept that they aren't, and love them anyway. To accept their mistakes, and love them no matter what might be "wrong" with them.
True love is (unoriginal as this is) holding the umbrella over their heads in the rain, even when you're upset with them.
It's not just holding tight while the rolle
May I?He looked me in the eye, warmth of the Summer's ocean staring into me and heating my frigid veins. Circular gold reflected the tears in my eyes as he knelt before me, joy and love plastered on his face.May I? in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The wind blew against me, tossing my hair up into the sky.
We married in the May.
Bittersweet Evening.Yesterday was nice.Bittersweet Evening. in Emotional More Like This
Contemplation gave a bittersweet moment to us.
There were silences, but not like...the usual.
"Just sitting here quietly, enjoying each other's company."
I almost cried inside a few times.
I haven't felt that way since I don't know when.
Yes, there were others around, but we all played unfairly.
Hearts were broken, and in the end, we were nothing at all.
But last night?
I dreamed about you again.
That look you gave me...It felt as if you were looking into my very soul.
We made each other blush, more than a few times.
We laughed together, calling each other names,
But never meaning the insult.
Inside, I prayed that it wouldn't come to an end.
For a short, bittersweet moment in time, we were both happy
True, undaunted happiness, which we haven't felt in forever.
Maybe it was a mistake to hope, but hey, it was nice.
As I've said (to myself) before,
Even if you married, we'd still be the best of friends.
I love you, Sir.
And I can only hope you realize just how m
Possibly Not.Possibly Not. in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I lied to you, or Possibly Not
I really missed you so
I let myself become afraid -
Afraid you might let go
I've thought of you so many times
You've crept into my dreams
My eyes were lit, a little bit
When your name showed on my screen
You've talked me into things before
Awakened my "logical" thoughts
Convinced me like no one ever could
Not a word you've said, I forgot
You made your way into my life
A good friend from the very start
I can't believe you still remain
Tied securely to my heart
Shatterglass by eight 0f heartsShatterglass by eight 0f hearts in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It had survived things that no mug should have had to endure.
It had been dropped off cliffs, plunged into radioactive water, used to hold questionable substances and once travelled several hundred kilometres after Pilot tied a helium balloon to it. It had been thrown at Snippy countless times. It had suffered the indignity of being sat on by Engie after the Captain left it lying on a chair.
It had never been washed in its life.
But in the end, all it took was one little nudge, and the mug the great, glorious mug was reduced to a few shards of broken ceramic and a spatter of sad-looking tea.
It happened like this:
They were seated around the kitchen table in their current place of residence. "Kitchen", of course, is taken very broadly here there was no ceiling, nor were there any kitchen appliances; it was, in fact, merely a ramshackle table in the middle of an empty room.
Today's lunch consisted of cold baked beans which was quite the delicacy considering t
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.
Molten LoveThe last thing I heard was the pounding of my sparkbeat.Molten Love in Sci-Fi More Like This
As my life faltered, the sound grew louder and stronger.
In that final moment, my spark blossomed into an inferno.
The ragged edges of my wound glowed molten hot,
But that flame was nothing to what smoldered inside me, the true source of my end.
I wasn't burned to ashes by my anger, my betrayal, or my sorrow.
The thing that fueled the flames of my demise was love.
My spark grew too big to be contained, and so it erupted.
I bled lava for you Skyquake, the price I paid for knowing more love
Then anyone has any right to know. It was when the love grew too strong
That I was finally extinguished.
At the Heart of CybertronHe stood at threshold of the tunnel that led to the heart of Cybertron, and he wondered how it had come to this. He'd put his whole spark into the task he had been assigned, and yet he had still failed. Why had the Core ever bothered to bestow the Matrix on him, a mere data clerk? A mistake that had led to . His optics slowly slid over the terrible scene before him. The pit that had once housed the Well of Allsparks was completely lifeless, which disturbed him greatly since this place had once been the source of all life for the planet. The twisted corpses of Autobots and Decepticons alike littered the ground; it seemed as if there wasn't a place left on Cybertron that wasn't a carpet of the deceased.At the Heart of Cybertron in Sci-Fi More Like This
The tunnel glowed dimly with a disturbing violet light, a side effect of the dark energon that had destroyed the planet. Even after all the dark energon resources had run dry, leading to the eventual starvation of all life on the planet, the planet still bore the signs of its infecti
Masterpiece - Drift X PerceptorDrift was a masterpiece painted in Energon. As he walked through the Lost Light’s corridors, splashed with the blue lifeblood of his fellow crew members and interspersed with the occasional fragments of torn armor, he couldn’t help but wonder when his final brush stroke would come. Gasket’s murderers, Dabola, the Circle of Light, the near close call with the Heart of Darkness, and now Overlord’s escape. There were so many deaths on his helm that he was suffocating under the weight of the flashbacks, memories, and regrets. It was a curse. A curse that had tailed him from the day that Ratchet had told him he was meant for something more than rusting homeless in the streets.Masterpiece - Drift X Perceptor in Sci-Fi More Like This
Drift no longer believed that it had been Ratchet speaking to him that day, especially not with the medic’s sudden change in attitude towards him. The optic rolling, the snapping, the heated arguments. It didn’t take someone with Perceptor’s intelligence to see that Ratchet re
The Shortest Romance EverWhen people are not careful with powerful relics, to put it simply, slag happens. In this particular circumstance, a poor innocent soda machine was birthed into a cruel world. He didn't live long, but his short existence was full of epic battles and epic romance. The soda machine was just doing his job, sitting around waiting for someone to insert a coin and pick a flavor. Then out of nowhere, life happened. Some blundering buffoon dropped THE CUBE and released a bunch of mystical energy that did stuff. Who cares how it works? All that matters is that the soda machine was granted life.The Shortest Romance Ever in Romance More Like This
If only THE CUBE had seen fit to give him intelligence too, but that would have been asking too much of a mystical artifact that contains limitless amounts of information. Mountain Dew Decepticon wasn't one to complain though. Life was enough for him, and he took to it with vigor. The moment he was hit with the wave of energy, he jumped up in excitement, transformed into his four-armed root m
If We Could Speak Once More...I can see you brother.If We Could Speak Once More... in Sci-Fi More Like This
Be glad you can no longer feel me; the thin veil between life and death, dimension and dimension, that separates us is a blessing to you. However, do not be so foolish to believe that the connection we share can be so easily broken. Even if it is clouded we are still one, and we always will be.
Can you feel the touch of Unicron inside you? If I still had the ability to, I would apologize for the inevitable corruption of your spark, but all that is left in me is anger. That thirst for revenge you feel, yes it is yours, but I fuel it with my own animosity, making it a force so powerful not even you can fight it. Can you not see it, brother? You are transforming, becoming like me. And you always said I was the hotheaded one .
Perhaps you were right. What you fail to realize though, despite all of your intelligence, is that we are two-halves of a whole. Even if I was more temperamental than you, what lurks inside me also lurks inside you. The anger I had the
I Hear Your Cry...Brother, I feel you.I Hear Your Cry... in Sci-Fi More Like This
Everything I've known is a lie, even you. I thought you'd always be there for me, but then one day you simply were not. Such betrayals are all I've received in recompense for my honor and loyalty.
Do you remember how you promised me that you'd return in glory when you entered that stasis pod bound for Earth? You're still gone, though. And where is your glory now, Skyquake? Mine hardly matters anymore. It's built on lies of lies. Second-in-command of what? A pack of honorless scoundrels. I see that now. Not even my honor can patch the leaks in the Decepticon system.
Dearest brother, I don't want to be angry with you. Yes, I loved you while you still lived. I still love you now. But I find it difficult to find room for anything but this anger. This overwhelming rage. Where does it come from? There's too much for it to arise from my spark alone.
It's as if you were still here, as if your anger were feeding into mine. Is that what it is, Skyquake? Talk to me! I need
Operation CHRISTMAS pt. 4Chapter 4: Converting the CommanderOperation CHRISTMAS pt. 4 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"We're ba-a-ack!" Emile sang, after kicking in the door. He marched in, with Jun following, still wiping his red eyes and muttering about a newly developed fear of shopping malls. Jorge, of course, was stuck carrying all the trappings, which consisted of many boxes, bags and random packages.
"What the "
The place was clean. Sparkling. Scary clean. It even smelled like Pine Sol, which was odd, because Pine Sol had ceased production in the 23rd century. At any rate, it was slightly eerie, also because no one was bumming around like usual. The place had been wiped clean and squared away
and decked with holly?
"Ooh! It's like that old song! Deck the halls with boughs ofOW!" Jun screeched as Emile twisted his ear. "Don't interrupt my festive song! And let go of my ear!"
"Ah, you're back," Kat said, stepping out to greet them. Emile's jaw nearly detached itself from his face and fell to the ground. She was wearing a red velvet turtl
Excerpt from Firefight -WIP-"So. Remind me whose brilliant idea this was again?"Excerpt from Firefight -WIP- in Short Stories More Like This
Emile punctuated his question with a blast from his shotgun, gutting a Grunt that had actually been running away. He then turned and assassinated the other fleeing Grunt, snapping its neck and throwing the body aside.
"I think it was Kat's. Or Cortana's. They fight over who gets to tweak with the settings," Noble Six told him, scanning the area for more threats through the scope of her DMR. "Looks clear. We should head back into the building-- these guys appear out of nowhere."
"Leave it to Cortana to disable the dropships," Emile groaned, following Six up the hill.
They went in the back way and made a beeline for the ammo refill station. While Emile was shoving more shells into his shotgun, he continued to gripe. "And what's her deal, anyway? I mean, it doesn't even have to be bottomless clip, just regular ole' infinite ammo. I guess she likes running back and forth to this stupid thing."
"She's just trying to make it
Operation CHRISTMAS part 1Chapter One: Oh, Christmas Tree...Operation CHRISTMAS part 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"But I don't see why we have to get a real tree," Jun said for the fifth time, dragging his feet in the snow. A normal human would have been bogged down by the eighteen inches of packed white flakes, but the Spartan-III moved easily, albeit reluctantly. "I mean, the folks back at Delta Base use their heads and go buy one from Uni-Mart. Where it's warm." He pulled the thick fur lining his white and gray park closer to his face to block the frigid wind. "And why are we walking when we could have just stolen a snowmobile?"
"Whiny sniper is whiny," Kat sighed. She had on a parka similar to Jun's, but hers had much more fur tacked on, and she wore a white balaclava over her face, with blue sunglasses to shield her eyes. Her boots were horrifyingly un-military, with little poofy furballs hanging on strings from the tops, just below her knees (they'll be much warmer than combat boots, she'd insisted to Carter when she picked them out at the mall in New Alexa
Remembering NobleIt wasn't an impending air raid, but it sure sounded like one. The girl moaned and rolled over in her bed, her eyes fluttering open unwillingly. She tried to reach for her alarm clock, but got tangled in her sheets and, in the ensuing struggle to get free, fell out of bed, taking her covers with her. She landed in a heap on the floor and made an "oof" sound, then extricated herself awkwardly and staggered to her feet, finally able to turn the hated device off.Remembering Noble in Short Stories More Like This
It was 6:00 in the morning, still a bit dark outside. The girl drew in a hasty breath as the chilly morning air nipped at her bare toes. She immediately attacked her chest of drawers, pulling out a black and yellow jogging suit and a black tank top, which she put on hastily. She glanced in the mirror and went over to her cabinet, where she took out a jar of hair gel and slicked back her short, wavy auburn hair. This done, she went back to the bureau and put on some socks, then running shoes. Then she exited her room, l
Halo: More than FictionThere are Halo fans, and then there are Halo fans. There are gamers who preorder the game as soon as such an opportunity is available, spend months patiently awaiting its release, attend the midnight distribution to acquire their copy, and rush home to spend hours blitzing through campaign missions. That's devotion, right? Not even close.Halo: More than Fiction in Philosophical More Like This
The Halo franchise has made a hefty impact on culture worldwide, most significantly Western culture, and millions across the globe have experienced the wonder of turning on the Xbox and hearing that timeless, haunting Gregorian melody which precludes the coming joyride. It's only natural that within the fan base there would be people who take the concept of being a "fan" to another level entirely. While many are "Normal mode" fans, these individuals would be best classified as "Legendary," or dare I say "Mythic mode" fans-- those who go above and beyond the call of duty (no pun intended) to express their love for Halo
Dawn came.Dawn came. in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Boone had finally fallen asleep, and the Courier had expertly swiped the key from his neck pendant, unlocking the door and slipping out to what was undoubtedly her favorite thinking spot in the entire Mojave, for multiple reasons: Dinky the Dinosaur. She knew part of it was stumbling upon Boone himself up here, but she also remembered seeing it for the first time, a comical testament to the good humor of pre-War citizens, a strange alien structure. The view up here was beautiful when tainted by moonlight, the area secluded, safe and quiet, something most places in the Mojave were not.
Now she rested on her haunches, poking her head out between the two canines Manny and Boone had worn down with their rifle stops. The motel room felt tiny, especially after her strange dream, and looking out on the unforgiving landscape always seemed to calm her for some reason. Especially now, after she'd realized today that this harsh, dry desert w
Arcade and the Atomic WranglerThe Courier desperately needed this time. She hadn't looked this nice since storming out of the Lucky 38 to unwittingly have sex with Benny, and although her bones ached, her shoulder panged, and her head was sore all over, she still cleaned up well. At the moment, she was at the card table, giggling into the shoulder of Arcade Gannon, a man she had come to relate to better than any single person in the Wasteland thus far.Arcade and the Atomic Wrangler in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The dealer passed out a new round of cards, and she straightened on her stool, trying to calm herself. Though the Courier had already won a few hundred caps, Arcade was smoking the table, despite having plenty in him to drink. A crowd had assembled to watch his uncanny poker skills.
"It's.....it's all about st..stassticistis...hmm. Sta-tis-ticss." Arcade said knowledgeably, picking up his cards. He tried focusing so hard on pronouncing 'statistics' that his eyes crossed.
Dickens by Firelight."Ah, what the hell," Arcade said, dropping the notepad and re-situating himself on his pile of sleeping equipment. On an unmarked spot of land in the Mojave we camped, returning to New Vegas. It was dark, and by the light of the campfire Boone, Arcade and I each had one of my old pre-War books in hand, reading. Arcade had taken Oliver Twist, I had Heidi, and Boone chose Great Expectations.Dickens by Firelight. in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Sure you don't want to read this one?" Arcade had asked minutes earlier, waving A Little Princess in Boone's face. Boone had responded by rolling his eyes and jamming his back up against a rather uncomfortable-looking rock, forgoing the blankets and bedroll, grabbing the book. I sat cross-legged by Rex, who slept, not worried about literature or princesses.
When we'd first curled up with the books, Arcade insisted on taking out his notepad and jotting down notes about the story, certain the plot or themes
The Mojave Literally RevisitedThe Mojave Literally Revisited in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
In his plethora of images, Boone saw one final shot; the Courier, his beret perched on her head, her hair billowing out around her, pointed to the side. She was grinning. In the direction she pointed lay Vegas, under a shimmering night sky. She winked at him, green eyes dancing.
He'd promised her, after all, that he couldn't always be there. Reminded her of mortality.
He couldn't always be there for her, with her.
In a choked voice, Boone answered the female's question. "No."
As soon as the words were spoken, the suspension in air was gone, and he was in a smooth free-fall, that same gut feeling returning as he flew away from the bright light and spirits, and slowly, as the world fell away, Boone felt his wounds returning. His arm ached, his side. His shoulder, and his back began to throb, and a tightness in his chest prevented him from breathing properly.
He was breathing?
Arcade had jammed the needle into his lung, des
'Two Blonds Walk into a .....'Aaron and Jesse were the names of the Kings members who had returned with Rex to the spot in the Mojave where I lay near death. They were the last people I wanted to say thank you to before heading back to Goodsprings. The pair lounged against the wall, pointed out to me by the white-suited King. As the leader of the gang had another bonding moment with his dog before he set off with me again, I sauntered to the young Kings.'Two Blonds Walk into a .....' in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
They nodded at my advance.
"I just have to say thank you, personally, to both of you. I know what you did wasn't easy."
"No problem," Aaron said, slightly older of the two. He ran a hand through his greased hair. "When you're healthy, you seem to make things happen. And we knew the King wouldn't want anything bad to happen to you."
"You two really took care of me. It was a long travel, needless to say a long stretch from Freeside. You even took care of ban
Beneath the Oceanim just a man in the oceanBeneath the Ocean in Free Verse More Like This
trying to find my way to the bottom of it all.
its far down and the whales are taunting me,
but i know ill make it through the mile fall
i turn my back on the sun
and endure the cold and preassure of the depth
there's a sunken treasure down there that time forgot
and i know i have to make it before i rest
oh there are bones down here
with convicted sould still trapped by unnamed sins
a prison gaurded by the haunted inmates with no eyes
but they still find a way to judge your journeys end
I know that i still have to
forsake air and warmth and everything i once knew
to dive to what i need, to get to what called me here
i cant see my hand before me, but i can see you
i can see that this is all for you
yes, i wowuld turn down the sun, and kiss
each and ever star goodbye, forget the moon
thers an empty down hear i cant measure in distance
its a hollow world beneath the waves
with no sky, just endless blue of an open sea
but i found what i needed among the forgotte
The origin of war...The origin of war... in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
To say that war solves conflicts is to be ignorant. To say that violence is never the answer is to be naive. It seems, as history has proven, human nature, through all of our actions is pleading for conflict. Either to start the conflict, or to watch one transpire. But on the other side, humanity always wants there to be peace. Oddly enough, being that these two can never exist at the same time, we are left to be unsatified. When war breaks out, the people cry for peace, but following that peace, they then become unsatisfied with the conditions and spawn a revolution. Funny thing is, revolutions are like rabbits, they multiply. Once a revolution starts up, other nations hop on the bandwagon either looking for a good fight or the people of those nations want revolutions as well. War ensues.
Now I am beginning to wonder why the war remains for so long. Those who wage war are seemingly always so fanatcal about it, so much that the only will stop with victory or defeat, hardl
Beauty of the WorldBeauty of the World in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
There are so many beautiful things
So much in this world that I have not seen
and as I float on, drifting like a pleasant dream
I wonder if all this beauty is truly what it seems.
I wonder, for all the things that meet my eyes
Of he cold and dead world underneat, sliently lies.
What of pain and suffering in a land where joy dies?
I want to escape from it, flee from the wasted lives.
Why is all the world torn between darkness and light?
We change with slow subtle shifts like day and night.
Yet from the cycle we cannot escape, we can't take flight.
For the good and evil within and without will forever fight.
So much love and joy, balanced with suffering and hate.
Is this our demise, Will we be bound to the struggle against fate?
'Life is but a dream', this is but a wish we hope and contemplate.
for the nightmare is unmistakenly there, the terror vast and great.
Yet I still will to spread my wings and attempt escape from it all.
Though, like Icarus, my hopes and reams melt and I begin my
Armies of the DivideArmies of the Divide in Free Verse More Like This
Upon the feild the fog comes rolling through
to bring tidings of war between me and you
I know that blood will be spilled this day
The bodies will hit the earth like falling rain
They will not be any peace on this day
So part the gathering crowds and make way
For the armies are marching on through
To end the peace between me and you...
They draw their blood stained swords
as the fighters gather in great hoardes
Their armor gleams in the sun light
And the fires burn high and bright
Then the floodgates suddenly open
as the feild of war becomes choken
when the warriors born from you and me
are slaughtered and blood turns to a sea...
The War waged for days and days
through thunderstorm and foggy haze
Nobody is taller than the last one standing
Now all are down, as is gravity's demanding
Except for the warmongers that are you and I
And now we stare past our hate eye to eye
And see the error of our warlike ways
But there will still be no peace-at least not this day...
Where my boundries lieI've come to find this nightWhere my boundries lie in Free Verse More Like This
that I now know where my boundries lie
Within me I have complete control
but outside I do as I'm always told
But now that has to change
Or else I'll become derranged
Cant seem to take this anymore
So tired of being everybodys whore
But now I'm gonna show them my limits
Time to end my abuse, or else end all of this
They've now crossed the line
Far too many times...
The DragonBorn Comes: Chapter 1Chapter One: A Hero ArrivesThe DragonBorn Comes: Chapter 1 in General Fiction More Like This
Queen Elsa stood in the great hall of Arendelle Castle in front of many of the staff, servants, and her friends that worked and lived in and around the castle. She was giving a small pep talk with everyone about what was going on that day. Among those listening to her were her sister Anna, her lover Kristoff, and Olaf, the snowman that loved warm hugs.
“Good morning, I’ve called you all here for something very important going on today,” Elsa started off, “As you all may have heard over the last few days, we are having the leaders of two foreign kingdoms travel here for a diplomatic visit.”
“Let’s hope they aren’t like that greedy Duke of Weselton,” One servant spoke up before Elsa continued speaking.
“Yes, I hope so too,” Elsa replied to the servant’s remark, “Fortunately, the stewards of both kingdoms mentioned in the let
The Dragonborn Comes: Chapter 3Chapter Three: Watch the SkiesThe Dragonborn Comes: Chapter 3 in General Fiction More Like This
*Play: Secunda (Skyrim OST)*
The night went by, and the soon enough, morning arrived. As usual, Elsa got up before her younger sister did, as she tended to sleep in a lot due to the fact that she did not have as much business and duties that the Snow Queen had to deal with. She got dressed in her usual ice gown and tied her hair back into my signature braid and tucked it to the side, next to her shoulder. Once she finished, Elsa exited her room and into the hallway it opened up to. She made her way down the corridors, walking passed the rooms that were accompanying the royal family of Enchancia, but then after making a left turn down the hallway leading to the great hall, she stopped dead in her tracks in front of the large window that overlooked the village and kingdom. There, staring at the view, was Hornet, the warrior who Ulfric Stormcloak and his men claimed was the “Hero of
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Prologue: Diplomatic Visit
Today is a very special day for my family. We are taking a trip to a kingdom known as Arendelle to meet a queen. My step-dad King Roland II warned my stepsiblings Amber and James as well as myself to be on our best behavior. He also told us to pack our winter coats as the climate of Arendelle was going to be very cool. My parents told me I couldn’t take Clover, Robin, or Mia with me and that they had to stay here back at the castle, I was slightly disappointed, but I understood them as well.
My family packed our luggage together and Baileywick, the castle steward, placed them in the cargo hold of the flying carriage we were taking to Arendelle. He was also taking a separate carriage of his own to announce our arrival when we reach the kingdom.
According to what I’ve heard, Arendelle had this symbolic resident
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*Play: Village 2, then Ancient Stones (Skyrim OST)*
Hornet made his way into the town that lied next to the castle. The first thing he noticed was that the village was packed with lots of citizens wandering the streets, more than he had ever seen in the towns back in Skyrim. He explored the town by walking the streets, noting the various stores that lined them. He decided to head into the tavern, which was one of the first places that caught his attention.
Upon entering the tavern, he noticed a few recognizable faces. In one corner of the tavern was King Roland’s wife Queen Miranda with her children; and at the front counter was one of the guards from Skyrim, who was apparently drowning himself in mead. Hornet walked up to the counter to request an appetizer of food. Just then, one of Roland’s children, Sofia, noticed his presence and walked up to the hero.
More Than Meets The Optics - Part 1"This is the Brave Police, pull over to the side of the road immediately!" Deckerd barked at the speeding car in front of him.More Than Meets The Optics - Part 1 in Sci-Fi More Like This
He'd been chasing the same car for twenty minutes now, but no matter how hard he put the accelerator down he just couldn't get any closer to the speeding vehicle. He briefly glanced at his HUD, 80 klicks over the speed limit; this joker was in for the mother of all speeding tickets when he finally realized that Deckerd wasn't going to give up easily. He did have to hand it to the driver though, even on the narrower (and much more crowded) road that had led out to the highway they were on now he'd never once hit or even so much as scratched another vehicle. Deckerd didn't know many people who could drive like that at these speeds.
He's probably had previous experience, Deckerd thought, remembering some of the street races, legal and otherwise, that he'd seen. It was also hinted at in the make of the car in question. It was a mostly white Martini Porsche w
More Than Meets The Optics - Part 3Prowl watched as the three Seekers darted off, presumably back to their hide-out in the sunken hulk of the Nemisis. When Hound had first alerted him of their approach he'd ordered Mirage and the twins to continue a head and take a separate path to the Ark to get reinforcements while he, Jazz and Hound distracted the Decepticons. Admitted, he had no idea at the time what Starscream and his miscreants were up to but he wasn't going to sit around to find out. When the Seekers hadn't pursued the Autobots further than the first bend in the dirt road leading to the Ark Prowl had begun to wonder if there was something he was missing. He'd turned around to close in on the invading Decepticons with Hound and Jazz. They'd found Starscream and his trine fighting amongst themselves over how best to deal with a mech they had surrounded.More Than Meets The Optics - Part 3 in Sci-Fi More Like This
When Skywarp had made that little comment about simply terminating the mech right there he had made it clear that the mech was not allied with the Decepticon
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WARNING: MAJOR SPOILER ALERT
1. Introducing the Robot Detective - Pilot Episode. A boy discovers a secret police robot project in a seemingly abandoned factory by accident. The robot has been designed with an artificial intelligence core that can mimic the function and ability of a human brain, allowing it to learn and adapt just like a human. The robot’s name: Deckerd, first of the Brave Police.
2. The Name is J-Decker - Deckerd has been given a support vehicle that he will be able to link up with to form the mighty fighting robot J-Decker ... but there is only one problem. When Deckerd became sentient a number of his data files, including the link-up data, became hidden. Can Deckerd learn how to use his new ability in time to stop a magic-wielding maniac from using a pilfered robotic air force from destroying Tokyo?
3. Partners with a Heart - It is no secret that Deckerd was not meant to be the only one of his kind.
More Than Meets The Optics - Part 2Deckerd was about ask Power Joe for more details on the case when the main comm link to the headquarters activated and McCrane's voice blared through.More Than Meets The Optics - Part 2 in Sci-Fi More Like This
"Power Joe! We need you down here right away! We need Super Build Tiger to deal with this." The urgency in the normally calm combat detective's voice was as clear as day ... but what could get McCrane so worked up on what should be a surveillance mission?
Deckerd didn't get time to ask since Power Joe was already out the door. Not hesitating Deckerd raced after him. Chances were if Super Build Tiger was needed then a little help from J-Decker wouldn't be out of the question. Deckerd triggered the link with J-Roader to start up and follow him once he got on the road. There were days he was glad that the ability to issue the unification command had been transferred to himself, Duke and McCrane.
Seconds later Deckerd charged out of the garage and shifted to his vehicle mode, J-Roader tailing close behind him. He caught up to Power Jo
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The intercom on the Halberd buzzed in the middle of the night. "INTRUDER ALERT! THIS IN NOT A DRILL! PREPARE TO DEFEND!" Meta Night jumped up from his slumber. "Hmph, what nerve would inspire anyone to challenge me!?" Before Meta Knight could process this, the Great Galacta Knight busted through Meta Knight's chamber door, and slashed at him faster then Meta Knight could defend. Meta Knights Masked Cracked into two and his true identity was revealed.
"HALBERD IN CRITICAL CONDITION! ABORT SHIP IMMEDIATELY!" The two knights flew to the deck of the ship to confront each other. "I thought I was rid of you!" Meta Knight blared over the roaring engine of the Halberd. "You Should of double checked, fore now I will not just take revenge on you, but this whole solar system!" A click and a voice came from under Galacta Knight's Cloak. "SCAN COMPLETE." "and your DNA was all I needed!" Gal
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Will and Dragonite continued searching for Clay in the Dacian Region. After searching everywhere, they were lead up to a large mountain. Will hopped on Dragonite's back and flew to the top. As they landed, they both saw a figure in the middle of the mountain top. As they walked towards the middle, a being came into focus. It was Clayton! Clay! I haven't seen you for a year! Where are you seeking shelter?” Clay stared right through Dragonite and Will. He held up a blue orb. The orb started glowing. Clay set it down and began to run, still silent.
With a massive blue flash of light, a blue, four legged dragon came out of it. A roar shook the mountain. Dragonite and Will both knew what it was. “How is Dialga, the pokemon of time here!?” Dragonite asked. “I don't know! Why did Clay release it?” Dialga used Sp
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Dragonite and Will continued to chase Clay towards a dense forest. They chased with no prevail. Will hopped on Dragonite's back and they flew a rapid pace towards Clay. They charged him and they all fell onto the moist soil of the Dacian forest. Clay dropped a skull and a pokeball. Clay recovered and grabbed his items. Just after Dragonite and Will jumped up.
Clay released the pokemon inside of the pokeball. A stocky blue pokemon came out of the ball. Neither Will or Dragonite knew what the pokemon was. Will stood about 10 feet away from Clay, when he said “You're not really here! It's been a year and a half since the disasters happened! You're dead...DEAD! Coballion, use Iron Head!” The pokemon charged not at Dragonite, but at Will! Coballion sent Will flying into a tree.
As he leaned against the tree Will said “Dragonite, Fir
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"Clay!, I forgot to ask what could you possibly be doing here?" Wizom said "I was gonna start trying to earn badges here with Rogue." The red dyed riolu smiled at Wizom. "I missed you little guy" Wizom said as petting Rogue on the head. "I got some pokemon too!" Wizom sent out Squirmander and Bubble. "No way...those couldn't happen to be from...the dacian region could they?" "As a matter of fact they are, Clay." Clay looked puzzled and it was almost as if you could hear the gears rotating in his brain. "Well I can't figure out how you managed to get into the Dacian region and retrieve the pokemon." Clay finally said. "Oh I didn't get them, they were both gifts." "Oh. Lately I've been studying the Dacian region and it's just overwhelming, I can't figure how to get in or out." Clay said confused "Hold on I have a great idea!" "What is it." Wizom replied "Ok, I'm not trying to retrieve the badges, but just trying to stop Team Boulder...from reaching the Da
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Dear Halo - A Collection of Previously Unread Letters from Various Characters in the Halo Universe
Om Nom Nom!
The Brute Chopper.
Dear Noble Six,
For a brick, you flew pretty good!
Hands off the merchandise.
Female Noble Six.
A whole lotta people.
BOOM! HEAD- No, wait.
BOOM! HE- Seriously, hold frickin' still!
Dear Spartan 117,
YOU! SHALL NOT! PASS!
343 Guilty Spark.
Dear Sergeant Johnson,
Send me out with a bang huh?
That's the last time I listen to you.
Stranded in deep space.
The entire human race.
What part of "do it quiet" involves firing a high caliber sniper rifle!?
Stealth, look it up.
Dear Covenant Battlecruiser,
Imma firin' mah...I don't even
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We can't afford the high powered ammo for your chaingun, you'll have to make do with 9mm's.
Dear Rabid Kat Fans,
Get real, she's way out of your league. Also, I am just as impressive.
And I'm not made out of pixels.
Please don't seizure me.
Dear AI Allies,
WE'RE meant to be the Spartans, Legendary means YOU get hosed first, not the other way around.
Dear Dr. Halsey,
OPEN THE @"#!&$'% DOOR!
You've made quite a name for yourself haven't you?
Dear Covenant Corvette,
Tag! You're it!
Shortsword Pilot #1
Dear Frigate Grafton,
Flying within ten yards of something you plan to shoot with a Mac gun probably wasn't the smartest idea you've ever had.
So that's why our hull
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I wouldn't bother, Buck's already got a regular thing going with a certain Detective Beckett.
That's the thing about crazy people.
Dear Allied Hunters,
You'd come in real handy right about now.
That's a truckload of Flood.
Dear JFO Helmet,
Still having trouble reading your name without hearing swear words...
Just F--- Off
Emo Spartans, whatever will they think of next?
Lucy-B091's already done that trick.
Dear Commander Shepard,
I-Oh wait, wrong game.
You've received a new message at your private terminal.
Dear Winter Contingency on Legendary Difficulty,
Look I know you're the intro level and all but could you at least try to be challenging?
Be begging for you when I hit Nightfall...
Dear Armour Lock,
I think we might finally be getting somewhere in this re