HtH - Dangerous People“What are my rules?”HtH - Dangerous People by ~v-gal015
A little red headed girl stood before a woman with hair the color of sand and identical green eyes. The child’s eyebrows were scrunched up in concentration at her mother’s question. She knew the rules well. Her mother recited them just minutes ago. “Is one of them don’t move the blanket, Mommy?”
The woman nodded. “Yes. Very good. And?”
“And … don’t leave the front yard?”
“And my final rule?”
“The final rule is … don’t talk to strangers?”
A smile quirked on both of their lips. “Exactly. Good girl. But remember I have a few things I have to do right now, but I’ll be right inside.” She pointed to the window directly behind them. “I put the blanket here so I can watch you until I can come out, too. Until then, stay here and play with your toys, okay?”
“Yes. Thank you, Mommy.”
Distant Void ~ Chapter 1: MortalsDistant Void ~ Chapter 1: Mortals by ~0-xcheekymonkeyx-0
Chapter 1: Mortals
The air in the mortal realm was thicker, almost toxic. How long had it been since I first appeared here? Centuries? Millennia? Even I had lost track of time.
I gazed at the shoreline and noticed that there were steel machines that sent out black clouds to suffocate the sky. The mortals really must have been foolish if they thought such machines were helping them. How humanity had changed. But that was not why I was here. I had a purpose.
The realm was vast but with my powers I was able to locate the source of my curiosity. My mind pictured an immense city, occupied by many. But even with its tall monuments and stone buildings, crime and corruption ran thick; blood bathed walls and rotting corpses discarded in the sewers showed the people’s true intentions. Perhaps the mortals hadn’t changed as much as I had thought.
My form shifted from the body I possessed to ethereal and I faded into the streets. I welcomed the v
* A Small Inconvenience*Cold in frosty bed* A Small Inconvenience* by *Delice1941
See a beloved face
My cold hand gentle
Skin so chilled.
His eyes open, pleasure
Look of love I thaw
Together now for aeons
My name? Beth St. John
Invaded by happiness
Regrets, I have none
Frosty bed inconvenient
Price of immortal love.
At 1amI tried to count the dents,At 1am by ~redcatmoonlight
in my armour,
but I couldn't open my eyes,
I'm too tired.
So I tried to sleep forever,
but I couldn't because,
the ringing in my head wouldn't stop,
whispering at me to wake,
silently, ever so silently.
And so I breathe,
floating and rising,
but I have a body,
a beating heart,
an overdose of emotion,
an intangible force,
that makes me so tired,
always, so tired.
*Powercut*Climbing stairs by candlelight*Powercut* by *Delice1941
Darkness thick with mystery
Alert to danger, cold with fright
Curiosity this dark night.
Candle's flickering shadow
Dance macabre clearly seen
I'm not intrepid blood runs slow
Sinister spectre, malevolent glow.
Frozen moment on staircase
Imagination likes to tease
All is well powercut ended
Electric light - the stairs a breeze.
Two Years LaterShe asked him gently, “Do you love me?”Two Years Later by *UntamedUnwanted
In his long silence, she found closure,
And left her love under a willow tree.
Bastion of LifeThat feeling you get, that apathy and disillusionment?Bastion of Life by ~remanth
When your face grows haggard and pale and lost,
Even children don’t know which way to turn,
It feels like you’re haunted, dogged by flames.
She wears a beautiful guise, fanning those flames,
Yet underneath is her evil, horns and twisted metal.
Simple joys like warm tea spreading its leaves,
Beautiful in a clear teapot then poured into green ceramic,
Or baby shoes, or the sight of a gliding swan,
Turn into ash and ruin, abandoned offices strewn with paper,
Schoolrooms neglected and destroyed, homes wrecked.
The land turns sere, sand and dust cover over it all.
Yet there are bastions of life, green sprinkled with pebbles,
An ocean lapping at a golden beach, a child playing in cotton fields.
Imagine your worries as pyramids, toss them away and leave the desert.
Find the tree who lights your inspiration, gather with those of like mind and heart,
Sometimes lost in buildings of green or wandering near windmils,
Let the dirt c
On the Sport of Gopher-HuntingOur next-door neighbors' yard was disfigured with gray basketball-sized dirt mounds. A gopher was living in the area and seemed to take great joy in constant destruction. One day the neighbors' two kids, Chris, Marissa, and I decided that we would finally do something about the unwanted tunnel occupant. So we asked their parents if we could perform this important task. After we got the go-ahead, Marissa grabbed their hose. Once it was down one of the gopher holes, Chris turned the water on. We were going to flood the gopher's home and force him to come out. To our six-through-nine year old minds, this was the most brilliant idea ever.On the Sport of Gopher-Hunting by ~Darjavine
Of course, that afternoon had started out like any other afternoon. The three of us were hanging around each other's yards, playing tag or hide-n-seek. When some of the fun had died down, I had looked at Chris and Marissa's backyard. It had been torn up for as long as I could remember. "You know,
(1) This One Time at Band Camp...We were in squads trying to teach the freshman a thing or two about marching. Frankly our squad was being very dysfunctional and we were not doing anything productive. Personally I blame it on having such a big squad. Normally, in my band at least, there are only three to five or so people in a squad plus squad leaders. Originally we had like three people in our squad and three squad leaders, but we ended up combining with another one. So we ended up with this huge crazy squad. Let's put it this way. If we wanted to, we had enough instruments from each section to create our own mini-band.(1) This One Time at Band Camp... by ~ElizaBob
So, naturally we were all off topic because there were just too many of us. However, when we were on task it wasn't the best thing either. I think the first crazy thing with us was, we couldn't hear because our squad leaders were not being loud enough. At one point, because of this the squad was told to do a left flank, but half the squad didn't hear so all of a sudden we were split in two going into
My Opinion on CritiquesHey everyone!My Opinion on Critiques by ~ChocolateQuill
Some of you know me--especially if you watch me and keep up with the goings on with my profile. Some of you don't. But I can assure you that I am not a mean nor malicious person.
So why is it, when I give some people constructive critique, am I pinned as:
A: a troll
B: a 'Hater'
It's an interesting concept for me to debate and discuss. And rant about.
See, I have a rule:Avoid critiquing people on a subject I haven't studied and theorized on an extensive amount...or one I wouldn't automatically welcome to receive critique about in return.
Those who dish out critique with 0% experience is just mean, and cruel. Not that I'm saying that I'm all knowing either. ESPECIALLY in the thing that I critique most often--What do I critique, you ask?
A:Written pieces (I have a group for it, too!)
B: Character bios and character creation (especially fan characters).
It's rather hard to 'know all', though it is possible to 'know a very good amount'. We all have different ex
TechnologyTechology has simplified life ridiculously. I'm surprised at the number of people who still even bother to read the paper in the morning.Technology by ~AimeeRaindrop
With the internet only a click of the mouse away and hourly news updates on the television or radio, the humble newspaper hasn't really got any relevance to a progressive culture.
We live in a society of convenience; the communities that formerly produced tomorrow's powerful and intelligent leaders cease to do so as education becomes more generalised and technology plays an increasingly important part in our everyday lives in an attempt to create a broad, adaptable citizenry.
Has the industrial revolution, i.e. the introduction of machinery into the workplace to do our manual labour and to entertain us in the family home, ultimately brought about the decimation of our previously active lifestyles? I say yes.
The truth is, less than one in five british citizens now get their recommended amount of exercise, and a major contributor to these new sloth-li
Hope in a Hopeless WorldMarguerite was sitting in the kitchen of her tiny apartment, watching the blooming flower in her glass teapot when the demon destroyed the world. It was a new blend she was trying, jasmine mixed with thyme. It had smelled heavenly and Mags (only her grandmother called her Marguerite) was looking forward to a day off from work to spend with her boyfriend. A sound had caught her attention, caused her to look out her window, over the golden brown sand dotted with scrubby trees. When she thought over those frantic few seconds later on, Mags would realize the sound she heard was the screams of the dying.Hope in a Hopeless World by ~remanth
Her tea forgotten, the pink jasmine petals just starting to show, Mags hurried to her window. What met her eyes was fire. Great golden orange pillars rising from the earth, swallowing the people who tried to run. And in the middle of the whirling firewinds was what looked like a woman. She had her back to Mags and all she could see was pale skin, dark hair piled on the woman’s head, a
Return to the MarketWell, well! Who do we have here? Hey there, kid, welcome back. Didn’t I tell you you’d be a repeat customer? So good to see you again. Here have a cup of tea, kid. Those hands of yours shaking again, aren’t they? Well, you’ve come to the right place. I’ve got plenty to tempt and delight you. Even got some new stock in that I think you’ll enjoy. Why don’t we start with that since you know everything that was here last time.Return to the Market by ~remanth
Oh, no, don’t get up kid. You sit there and drink your tea. It’ll warm you up and maybe help stop those shivers. I got this new thing from a hitchhiking friend. Now normally, it’s a guide to the galaxy containing everything you might want to know about it. But he was able to reconfigure it for me to display my merchandise and any information related to it. Handy, eh? Here, let’s top off your tea while I go get that book.
And here we are, kid! This little thing has been the most remarkable timesaver for
Not Just SoothingNot just soothingNot Just Soothing by *ReinaHW
There are things in life that we will likely never encounter, like an end to war for ever, world peace, less greed and corruption along with many other things. Most of the things we tend to dream of end up just being fantasies that are empty at best when our heart’s yearning doesn’t happen no matter how much we may wish it so.
And then there are times when things will simply happen. What’s happened to me is one of those things.
A recap is in order I suppose. My name is Rachel Harriet, yes I know, my first name and my last name are two first names. I’ve heard it all before so don’t bother because you’ll just get the almighty finger of I Am Not In The Mood For You, which is a very polite way of saying it.
Although I can’t exactly do that almighty finger anymore, I can’t really do much of anything anymore but I’ll get to that in a little bit.
I was in my 30s, around 34 or so, I was nothing really remarka
I'm Not HimShort SynopsisI'm Not Him by ~YwainSnow
Desmond Eicher knows that he's adopted, but he never thought that he had a whole life before he was a baby. Finding out that he once was a super villein, and that his superhero nemesis was out to kill him (no joke!) makes his life a lot harder. Now add a personality disorder and magic into mix and Desmond has one hell of a time.
The lab was overheating, alarms blared and was quickly growing. In the corner was an elderly man whom found himself ready to die. His life’s work burned in fount of him. Everything he cared about gone. The smoke would most likely kill him before the fire, or even before the Hero could get to him. Thinking of the Hero who had done this to him made him feel a rage and hate that he had never had before. He was a good man, his ideas and research were meant to help the sick.
But then this brain dead lunatic had to come and destroy everything he worked hard for. There he stood across the room, safe from any the lick of fla
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