Remember Me \Chapter One/Remember Me \Chapter One/ by cxdlover
Gerard paced back and forth in the tour bus, his hand shaking slightly. There was less than an hour until they were supposed to be on stage, yet he was in sweats and a tee-shirt, hair messy, teeth not brushed, with mascara and eyeliner all over his face. Yes, Gerard got the bright idea to put on his makeup three hours in advance, even though he knew very well that he was probably going to cry before the performance.
He sighed a little, putting his face in his hands. He let out a few small whimpers, but quickly went silent when he heard a knock on the tour bus door. Running a hand through his hair, Gerard let out a quiet “come in,” his voice cracking slightly.
The door opened, and Frank walked in, making his way over to Gerard. “Gerard, are you even ready?” he asked, a slightly concerned look on his face.
“N-Not quite...” Gerard mumbled, trying not to let his eyes meet Frank's.
“What's all this makeup?” Frank asked, placing his hands on Ge
Creating Character ProloguePrologue – MemoriesCreating Character Prologue by cxdlover
Sometimes I sit by my fireplace and play memories over and over in my head.
Good and bad alike.
I shut myself away from the world at age 30, and, now, at age 34, I sit and wonder what it'd be like if I didn't. I would probably know my friends, and, well, acquaintances, a little better than I do now.
Pandora has gotten a job at our old high school, teaching bass lessons and following in Ty's footsteps. I'm pretty sure Marcus Frettshredder teaches guitar there too. Eddie Knox moved back to New York, living a quiet life with his girlfriend. I heard he proposed. Axel Steel lives in San Fransisco with Pandora, now attending college, and, before that, he finally finished high school. Johnny Napalm now leads Lars and the Crew, which has now been renamed The Almost-Evils. Now that there's only three members left in the band, Johnny plays guitar and sings, Lars Umlaut is on drums, and Mario Greendale plays the bass. Abs
Chasing the WindDisclaimer: I do not own Rise of the Guardians. I make no profit from this work of fiction.Chasing the Wind by RogueMudblood
“Why are you so nervous?” Laughter followed the statement, filling the winter spirit's ears as he gripped the dashboard tightly. It wasn't that Jack was unaccustomed to speed. He loved the feel of the wind carding its fingers through his hair as it carried him across the globe. Nothing could compare to the feeling of flying on a gale that blew from New York to Moscow within moments. But Jack couldn't help the terrified feeling coursing through him, sitting in the passenger seat of the new car that Jamie had insisted they take a ride in.
Despite his repeated trips to see Jamie over the years, life didn't pause – even for a Guardian. When Jamie turned sixteen, his mother had bought him the vehicle that Jack was quickly determining was more dangerous than Pitch could ever have been. A shudder ran up Jack's spine as he considered what could have happened
Kid! Armin x Kid! Comatose! Reader AU|ListeningKid! Armin x Kid! Comatose! Reader AU|Listening by IHeardULikeMudkips11
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"Oh, you're back again?" The nurse asked, her ever present smile still on her face. Her short red hair was pulled back into a ponytail, with a few strands hanging on the sides. "Even at the exact time as yesterday..."
Armin returned the smile, and held up the large book he was holding in his arms.
"I thought she'd like to hear these." He said, the stack of all Harry Potter books straining his thin arms. Despite the obviously difficult struggle to keep the books in his arms, he was still smiling nonetheless.
The nurse gave the small blonde a look of surprise.
"Those are big books, aren't they?" She looked over the thick books, shocked that a third gra
D.T - Thrain and Company: Chapter 1Thrain and company: Chapter 1D.T - Thrain and Company: Chapter 1 by darkchapters
King Aldon sat in the quiet and empty library reading over a large book by candle light. Footsteps casually approached him and a voice asked, "You wanted to see me my king?" The voice was Thrain, Aldon knew without having to turn from his book. Aldon finished whatever he was reading in silent then placed the golden ribbon, attached to the binding of the book, between the pages and shut it.
"Take a seat." Thrain sat and Aldon glanced at him then back to his closed book. "You know this book is a collection of numerous legends and stories around Grimnar, some dating back to eight hundred years ago. I don't think many people believe that any of these stories were true, I don't believe half of them myself."
"I don't understand what you're trying to say your grace."
Aldon smirked and continued. "My favorite story of all time in here is one about a sailor whose ship capsized and he is saved by a maiden of the sea that's half human half fish called a 'mermaid'. Th
Adobe Slabs Segment 7.5Adobe Slabs Segment 7.5 by MPhlox
Billy had mastered the art of feeding a baby and getting ready for work at the same time. He adjusted his collar and dipped the baby spoon into the tiny jar of food. "Sorry to leave so suddenly but since I got called in and all.."
"Nah, like always, don't worry about it." M opened the pantry and groggily searched for breakfast.
"I should have some snacks for her on the next-to-the-highest shelf, as well as some jars of food for lunch and possibly dinner, since, like, I don't know how long they're gonna keep me there, you know, and there should be some, uh." Billy looked in M's direction, who looked a bit helpless and still no sign of his breakfast in sight.
M shuffled around what little there was on the shelf, no, the whole pantry? The whole pantry was literally almost devoid of all sustenance. M recalled last night when he discovered the fruit medley flavor of baby food while hunting for snacks and the rest is, uh. Well, he'd bee
Rex Ultimus Chapter 2: UnbecomingA couple of hours quickly became the entire day as Ivory rested and Marcus read.Rex Ultimus Chapter 2: Unbecoming by zakielmori
Time fleeting as Marcus turned the pages, the Epic of Gilgamesh. Far from the first adept, the immortal Gilgamesh is considered to be the first Divine, the first adept to use his power to save the world. It was not his first time reading the epic; Marcus read the story to vicariously live a romance like the hero of this tale.
Life returned to Ivory as she woke from her dream, well-rested yet still groggy. She rose from the bed, twisting and stretching as she yawned. She had still been wearing her clothes from the night before—the same clothes in which she ran across the entire continent the night prior; they stuck to her as she twisted around, fastened to her skin by her own sweat.
This is so disgusting, she thought as she sluggishly dragged herself to the downstairs, spotting Marcus reading his story at the dining table. Ivory thought nothing of this initially—having only remember that
6 Word StoriesDestiny6 Word Stories by cee69
I need to tell my story
For all that might happen tomorrow
How will I survive this mess?
The sweetest lie of them all
The tomorrow that may never come
When is it time to die?
Hidden beauty is unlike ever seen
When do they turn into reality?
The Drunk WizardThe Drunk Wizard by xorlox
Charles blinked at the flintlock pointed at him wishing he hadn't drank so much that morning. Feeling queasy, Charles threw up on the ship deck.
“Jesus, don’t worry pal, this’ll be over quick.” The stranger gave Charles a shit-eating grin and pulled the trigger on the flintlock. The gun exploded, sending the man flying to the side of the boat in flames, leaving a hole on the ship's deck. All the men on both ships watched as he rolled around screaming for help. After a few minutes he stopped rolling, it wasn’t over quick for the man and he burned into a cinder. With that finished Charles decided to cast a battle-ending thunderstorm, getting him out of having to deal with anymore guns or sword wielding ruffians. Charles had been warned not to cast those kind of spells earlier by the captain of the ship, but it had been almost an hour since the battle started and Charles was tired of waiting for a celebratory drink. Charles focused his thoughts into a small t
How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the BombHow I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb by xorlox
I started my day off as I had been doing for months now, by browsing a trash can in search of good meal or something I could sell for hard cash. I was laid off a year ago. To think I used to live in an over-priced apartment in Brooklyn that was no bigger than an elevator. Not to mention the other bills and student loans that I just afford to pay anymore. So I did what any responsible adult would when they were kicked too many times when they were down. I just pawned everything I had of value and left Brooklyn and that elevator apartment behind. I was homeless, and I didn’t care about anything. Then the war happened.
I was homeless at the time, so staying up on current events was not top on my priorities list. All I know is when one nuke hit Los Angeles, everyone started firing theirs. So many people gone in an instant. At least my student debt was cleared. By then I was hanging out pretty deep in the sewers of Manhattan with an odd mix of homeless guys, survivalist types and ordi
The Angel in BlackWhen the Knight was but a child, he would frequently be visited by the Angel in black. She would watch as he sparred in the training yards with the other squires, always keeping her distance. But when night descended, and the young Knight was alone, she would draw close to him, resting at his bedside and whispering sweet dreams into his ear.The Angel in Black by thwackcrackers
As the Knight matured, so did his love for the Angel in black. His strength and unwavering faith blossomed as he willingly submitted himself to her compassionate care. His mind was fondly caressed by darkness, his heart cemented in the roots of her voice.
Even when the horns of war blazed, and the Knight valiantly rode off alongside his fellow men, the Angel in black kept her ebony wings around him. Her whispers guided him through the rage of battle, kept him sane through the spilling of blood, and kept his heart true to her even as those around him perished.
When the anchors of hope in men's hearts began to rust and crumble, the Angel in black hel
Lest We ForgetΔυστυχισμένε μου λαέLest We Forget by DraganTheMighty
καλέ και αγαπημένε
και πάντα προδομένε.
In a misery you are living
my people good, beloved,
Always easily believing,
always you're double-crossed.
Διονύσιος Σολωμός (1798-1857)
Dionysios Solomos (1798-1857)
Η ιστορία της ζωής μου είναι κομμάτι της ιστορίας τ
So SilentIt was so silent on the hill,So Silent by DraganTheMighty
She could hear her steps,
A look at the watch;
Time's not passing,
Not going away,
Like a friend who waits, insists;
That she must do something at last.
ACHILLESBound To Ride To Troy's Wall,ACHILLES by DraganTheMighty
Heading For The Fight,
Gods Will Never Know!
Day By Day, There's No Fear,
An Army On His Own,
Day By Day, There's No Fear,
Courage Has No Flaw!
Demigod with royal blood,
Master of the fight,
Demigod with royal blood,
Honour! Valour! Pride!
Year By Year, There's No Fear,
An Army On His Own,
Year By Year, There's No Fear!
He Can't Be A Pawn!!!
"The girl I've earned with my sword,
Rightfully is mine!
No fight! No word!
Till again mine!"
Demigod with royal blood,
Master of the fight,
Demigod with royal blood,
Not a step behind!
Leader of the Myrmidones,
No one defies,
Commander of the Myrmidones,
Only! He! Decides!
Trojans now they attack,
Full of courage fight,
No Achilles, No luck,
Table's turned, now changed side!
Patroclus, in place, he died,
Mourning mixed with rage!
Hector's brave, he won't hide,
Duellists on stage!!!
Crossing swords, the sound of steel,
"Victory Is Mine!"
Crossing swords, the sound of steel!
Hector's falling! Dying!!
Shit Happens For a ReasonShit happens for a reason.Shit Happens For a Reason by TheNighttimeWanderer
My father had picked me up from the ACE house at Lake Tahoe, upon which we went to a scenic overview of Lake Tahoe showing my dad the 22 mile hike I had done the day before. We stopped at the overview for about 30 minutes before we decided to head back to Fairfield. About an hour of driving we had just passed the town of Strawberry when the car started to give out very quickly, stranding myself and my father off the side of the road for about 2 hours till the tow-truck driver arrived.
At first I immediately noticed that the driver seemed agitated about the whole ordeal, all business-like with no sense of humor. We got in the truck and started our way back to Fairfield. At first no words were exchanged, that initial moment of awkwardness of being forced to sit beside someone whom you've never know before for several hours...
...someone whom you'd immediately came to depend on to get you back home safely and not spend the night beside the frozen forests of Taho
The BeastTonight I saw the shadow of the Underworld's winged minion from the light the bounced off of the side panel of my wardrobe. With every blink it grew closer and closer to me until my wardrobe and all light in my room vanished and turned into eternal blackness. With my blinds that are left barely open, it would have been next to impossible by the human eye to see me lying in my bed, hidden under the covers, but somehow it saw through the brick and mortar to my blue and semi panicked eyes. With every flap of its wings I could hear the wind rushing underneath it, creating a mini tornado circulating beneath my windowsill. The window panes and frames were bowing under the pressure from the beast’s wings, and it felt as if any moment they were going to fold in, collapsing on top of me and trapping me for my fate to be whisked away by it.The Beast by ecoman22
For a while, it remained silent outside, hovering like a Harrier jet awaiting my move as an opponent in a game of Chess; meanwhile, I tucked up further
The Girl Who Surfed Mavericks (Chapter 2)Chapter 2The Girl Who Surfed Mavericks (Chapter 2) by Foxhound15
I drove up and parked my old beaten up car to go to the place where we would take the photo- shoot. Our school was called the Westcott High School Panthers and all of the football team were very nice, but the captain was somebody every girl wanted to date. I walked into the sweaty locker room to see all of the guys changing into their football uniforms. I walked down the rows of lockers past the guys with one of them saying, "Hey look at that chick." I ignored them and walked to the coach's office.
The office had many pictures in it, with the football coach playing for the San Francisco 49ers with Joe Montana. Another picture had him playing here at Westcott in high school. At the desk sat the coach, Coach Weston, my father. He had a black 49ers baseball hat on with a black polo on with the Westcott High School logo on it. He had reading glasses on as he read the paper that he was holding. "Hey dad," I said and he looked up, "Ms. Faulkner told me she wanted a team photo of th
Hello Evil, Back Again?Hello Evil, back once again are we? Are we ready to dive back into my inner sanctum and seductively poison me with your loving words? Do you think I'm ready to hang on a cliff edge every day to see what beautiful, deviant and menacing ways you can inject into my cranium? Sweet bliss, I think I found my perfect partner and one to marry.Hello Evil, Back Again? by ecoman22
But you left me once before, you ran off without a trace and left me alone, I had no idea of what to do or where to turn. I had a gaping hole inside me that couldn’t be filled, I was left confused and in disarray, why would you do that to someone? I thought we had a good thing going what we had between us! You tore me apart and never took into consideration my feelings, my needs, MY EVERYTHING! You raped my mind and left me motionless for days and weeks!
Days and nights I laid not moving, knotted up in my mind and in a constant state of nostalgia, recollecting moments of our most joyous occasions; I needed to fill those empty moments you gave me wh
'Stars and Spies' Script S1E2 1/2Season 1 - Episode 2 - Script ½'Stars and Spies' Script S1E2 1/2 by Reach4Succes1995
(In this scene, Annabel is looking around the classroom whilst sitting down. She’s noticed that everyone had literally stopped moving and stood completely still like statues.)
Annabel: Hello? Aren’t we suppose to wrap up the lesson and…
(The camera spots to three classmates as an example and the teacher, all frozen in place.)
Annabel: (Worried tone of voice) Go… home?
(She gets up from the chair and examines one student by waving her hand in front of his face. He doesn’t blink, so she shakes his shoulders.)
Annabel: (Urgently) Come on… Answer me!
(She shakes him so hard that he falls of the chair. Annabel reaches out and tries to prevent the teen boy from falling, but it was too late. He lands on the floor with the same facial expression.)
Annabel: (Gasps and bends her knees) Oh! I am so sorry! (The teen boy still does
'Stars and Spies' Script S1E1 2/2 (Draft 1)Season 1 - Episode 1 - Script 2/2'Stars and Spies' Script S1E1 2/2 (Draft 1) by Reach4Succes1995
(The beginning of part two starts with pure darkness and a faint voice telling Marsha to wake Annabel up before the car door opens and shuts. We then see Annabel sleeping peacefully in the car. Marsha begins to gently shake her with her hand.)
Marsha: (Gently) Annabel, wake up. We're here.
Annabel: (Opens her eyes, yawns and outstretches her arms) What was that? (Spots that her parents and Tessa are missing, which makes her wake up instantly) What? We're here already?!
Annabel: Oh great.
Marsha: Oh Annabel. Stop being a downer and come on. The place might be better than you expected.
Annabel: Ohhhh.... Alright. Let's see how great the house looks.
(She takes off her seatbelt and opens the car door. She gets out and follows her sister to the new house. Once she walks down the pathway to the new ho
The Wind Speaks - Bard SongOh, the wind speaksThe Wind Speaks - Bard Song by Daneas
of our sins, of our deeds,
of what came,
and of what will come,
lest we forget
how fragile we are.
May it blow against our faces
and bring peace to our souls.
May it carry away
all our sorrows.
Oh, the wind speaks
of our wishes, of our pleas,
of our fire
and of our steel,
lest we forget how foolish we are.
May it always blow through our lands.
May it take our last breaths away
before the Great Storm comes.
O Wind, speak.
Tell us what we will be,
what we will become
in this land filled with greed.
May you always blow through our halls.
May you protect us from those who wish us ill in their songs.
O Wind, speak. O Wind, speak.
Dracoree - Bard SongToday is the day we fight, today is not the day we die.Dracoree - Bard Song by Daneas
Rise, Dracoree, rise,
let them see the fire in your eyes.
Dracoree, da dathastai.
Do not fear, do not weep, my child.
Embrace the flame lighting up the sky.
Dracoree, da dathastai,
usta ves maranai.
The land and sky will sing your tale,
the seas will not forget your name.
Rise, Dracoree, rise,
the darkness will fade away.
Dracoree, da dathastai.
Do not falter, do not flee, stay strong, my dear.
Let the enemy see your fire and steel.
Dracoree, da dathastai,
usta ves maranai.
Rise, Dracoree, rise.
Rise, Dracoree, rise.
Rise, Dracoree, rise.
Rise, Dracoree, rise.
Easarc and Burtus - Bard SongThis is the tale of Easarc and Burtus,Easarc and Burtus - Bard Song by Daneas
an ambitious dictator and a treacherous son.
He conquered countless lands, but while he was away
behind black curtains others plotted to take his place.
One day, led by his protégé
bloodthirsty men ambushed him! But in a twist of fate the tables had turned.
The daggers were about to reach his throat,
but he transformed into a dragon and roared.
The conspirators tried to escape,
but the furious beast bathed them in flames.
That is how this story ends,
may it remind future generations that longing for power is a bad trend.
The Dragon's Roar - Bard SongFrom the rubble and the ashes,The Dragon's Roar - Bard Song by Daneas
amidst the chaos and the cries,
to overcome the odds a warrior will rise.
The fury of the dragon’s roar will shake the whole world
and reverberate across the sky.
In the night, surrounded by flames,
he will fight to retake his rightful place.
He will roar and roar until it’s dawn.
His enemies will bow before the dragon’s roar.
The light at the end of the tunnelThe light at the end of the tunnel was turned off for Earth Day, March 28th, 2015, and Mr Edwin Smith, the Federal employee responsible, forgot to turn it back on. He was preoccupied, you see, because he was thinking about his retirement party, for Mr Smith’s last day was Tuesday, March 31st, and he was looking forward to sitting around the house all day watching several years of recorded television on his PVR. Unfortunately, he died of a heart attack two days before his retirement, apparently because he could no longer see the light at the end of the tunnel.The light at the end of the tunnel by 914four
The light stayed off for almost three weeks before anyone realized it, when a Mrs Edna Jones called to complain that she could no longer see the light at the end of the tunnel. By then, since no one knew why it was off, everyone was hesitant to anything about it. Bill in accounting speculated that maintenance was working on it and that it would be dangerous to turn it back on, while Hank in maintenance blamed the bean counte
Unfortunate DistractionDisclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to anyone, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The author owns exclusive rights to this story.Unfortunate Distraction by RogueMudblood
My fingers walked across the keyboard at what felt like a snail's pace. I couldn't seem to get the idea to flow, no matter how I tried. Of course, the distractions didn't help much.
It was an unfortunate misunderstanding.
I stared at that sentence, closing my eyes as I heard my name called from down the hallway. Sighing, I stood up and walked away from my desk. “Yeah?”
Janine stood in the hallway, her hands full of grocery bags. I smiled before taking the ones that seemed to be overloading her and making her tilt backward. “Do you have something against making more than one trip?” She grinned.
“No, I just prefer to not have to.” I shook my head, taking the bags to the kitchen. She followed shortly after, both of us emptying the contents onto the counter to sort the items
Pretty Girl SmilePretty Pretty little girlPretty Girl Smile by PrettyShadowj28
Step in to our little world
Everytime I see your face
It’s say you’re so pretty all over the place
I like the way you walk it’s so amazing
I like the way you talk it’s breathtaking
No guys can resist it your beauty
No matter where you go your beautiness shall follow
No matter what you do your cuteness shall follow
Uh oh what’s pretty all those rotten girls making fun of you
Oh just ignore them they don’t know you whatever they said it’s not true
Ahhhh you’re cute I can’t stop loving you
I just want to get to know
Can’t stop staring for while
The only thing I want to see your pretty girl smile
Until Everything EndsI write wordsUntil Everything Ends by buggerbug50
I write them all for a purpose
And that purpose is this
I write words because they make people understand
They help people comprehend life
How its not all colorful
How its not all fun
And don't get me started about how easy it is
You wake up
Pour a cup of coffee
But what about that homeless man sitting at the bar
What's his story for his morning
How about the fact he drinks to ease his pain
Every tip he gets goes to liquor
He drinks himself to death
Food is only for pleasure
Not for survival
How's about the girl who rushes to work every morning
The same one you nod to as she walks by
The one whose face is laced with makeup
The one whose face is laced with makeup...
Because the world is dark
Because that man there is gay
Because the world isn't all sunshine
Because sciology is not commonology
So help me explain
Don't walk up to strangers
Instead keep writing with me
Keep writing until there's nothing more to write about
Until the world understands
Until everything ends
Evil and the Mask: A ContemplationEvil and the Mask is a novel by Fuminori Nakamura, winner of the 2010 Kenzaburō Ōe Prize. This is his second novel to be translated into English by Soho Crime after The Thief.Evil and the Mask: A Contemplation by Konnono
I was going to write something deep and serious about the ever-changing aspects of the philosophies of life, but I realised nothing I say would come close to describing the feelings this novel has left me with. I’m simply not a good enough author for that. What I will write, however, are my thoughts regarding this novel.
I picked up Nakamura’s The Thief at a book fair last year completely on a whim. All my siblings are avid readers, but apart from Haruki Murakami none of us had ever truly explored the realm of Japanese literature. I’d read a few light novels like Yukako Kabei’s Kieli but that was it. The cover for The Thief was surprisingly attractive - bright yellow like a hornet, with an image of a Tokyo street bleeding through the title, writ
Giovane Donna Review Fever GiveawayGiovane Donna Review Fever Giveaway by Ciullo-Corporation
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Ciullo Corporation's Bifolchi! World TourCiullo Corporation's Bifolchi! World Tour by Ciullo-Corporation
Ciullo Corporation announces its very first worldwide art contest: Bifolchi! World Tour
Artists of any school are welcome to partecipate, contest will be hold on deviantART, NewGrounds, Cimmarian and YouTUBE, the rules are simple:
FOLLOW US at least on the site you mean to partecipate the contestAny kind/style of art is acceptable (incl. literature, manga, comics, cosplay, etc)
Any submission MUST HAVE "Bifolchi!" in the title and a link to the OFFICIAL SITE in the description (on NG add "Ciullo-Corporation" as "Inspiration" in the credits of your creation, you may join also with collabs)If you add another fandom please write it in the description
You MUST USE AT LEAST ONE OF OUR CHARACTERS
Debates Vs. ArgumentsI’ve mentioned before in a story/poem I wrote a few days back that I used to be in debate teams despite not being very good at debating. Long story short, teachers used to put me in debate teams simply because I speak English fluently, but not only can I not debate properly, I also hate debating. There’s a reason for that.Debates Vs. Arguments by Konnono
Debating, especially competitive debating, leaves very little room for gray areas. It’s either you’re right or you’re wrong; there’s no in between. Competitive debating takes it up a notch in brutality — you’re trained to nitpick at every chink in the opponent’s argument, to take it apart and point out every flaw you can find so that you can completely annihilate the opponent and prove that your side is ultimately the right one. Debating teaches you to disregard the other side’s opinions completely, and that was always something I was never fully comfortable with.
Personality-wise, I’m a pacifist. I
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Skeleton Crew #1“Initiation, Part 1”
>> Earth. Tokyo, Japan. Dokan Hotel & Casino. June 9, 2518.
Seph Donegan adjusts the ankle wrap of one of her stiletto shoes, a grimace on her face. She stands up and walks uneasily through her mid-size, two-bed hotel room to the long mirror mounted by the closet. Sirens wail as a flying police cruiser zips past the window of the room, but Seph ignores it.
She inspects her reflection, her brow furrowing with uncertainty. Seph is a young woman—only 19 years old, with a slightly thick frame and modest assets. Nonetheless, she looks drop-dead gorgeous in the bright green cocktail dress she is wearing, which brings out the green of her eyes and makes her already neon red hair all the more vibrant. She fluffs up her neck-length locks, and pushes her bangs out of her eyes.
She grimaces—she doesn't like what she sees. She turns her back to the mirror and tries reaching behind her back for the lowered zipper to her dress, bu
Guardian's Axiom - Part 1My name is Victoria Summers, and I'm a Guardian.
I’ve been protecting the City for six years now. You could usually find me patrolling the Cosmodrome in Old Russia. It’s where I thought I was the most needed. The enemies of the City are right at our doorstep, yet others turn their attention off-world, to the Moon, to Mars, and beyond.
One particular morning found me on the roof of the Cosmodrome’s communications array, on the ledge overlooking the aircraft boneyard. Thanks to my favored sniper rifle, dubbed Patience and Time--and my Hunter training--laying prone allowed me to stay cloaked and out of sight.
I had heard from other Guardians of a Fallen Captain that frequented this area. He was particularly cunning and had caused trouble for many of my friends. Taking him out would cause the Vandals and Dregs beneath him to become disorganized.
The name of my weapon suited me. There I waited, passing the time by popping the heads off Dregs. Death rained from above, and t
No, I'm Going To Be Spider-Man!I’m gonna try something different here because of the time constraints (I want to get this in before Halloween), so excuse how informal everything sounds. I was really on the fence about whether to make this a proper deviation or just a journal post. Since this story is entirely non-fiction and the narrator is 100% true-to-life me, I’m just not going to bother picking up my fancy purple quill.
So, I was browsing around my favorite literature group here on dA, Nurturing-Narratives, founded by (the very talented) WriteRelease, trying to give much needed attention to some submissions that had no comments, and I came across a little story called “Tales of a Daycare Teacher #1” written by (the just
Inside Erin - Ch 01
My name is Aaron.
The last thing I remember before the accident was walking home from The Gig, a cyber-café in the Boston area me and my friends would always haunt on our days off.
Well... it was more like a cyber-bar. It had all the trappings of a PC gaming cyber-café—high-end custom computers dedicated to running video games on the highest possible settings, all the PCs locally networked together to a super-high speed fiber-optic internet connection, weekly tournaments and rankings for all the trending competitive games, vending machines full of junk-food—with the addition of a liquor license.
I think that last bit was the reason why everything that happened that night was all fuzzy. I’m not even sure what time it was, but I’ve been told it was just after one in the morning.
I was just walking home, because I knew I wasn’t in any condition to drive; I must have downed at least a six-pack of beers, if not more, (on top of a few shots of w
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