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UntitledI shut my eyes
expecting the veil of reality
to be lifted from this dream
but I open them
and there you are
still there, still here
your kind words
soft skin reflecting sunlight
and I know
I'm still dreaming
dreaming this reality
Untitled The last bit of fiery-orange blaze poked out from the descending clouds and darkness, an omen that struck fear into everything it engulfed. The birds, the insects... even the trees and the flowers seem to be reduced to silence and an eerie stillness. Perhaps nature feared the dark or quite possibly already found its subtle position of neutrality among the horrors that crept over every hill and blade of grass.
A work of fiction, quite truly, it was. Something yanked from the silver screen of Hollywood and slapped down into the ordinary, but quite real, lives of ordinary people. Friends and families, typically awoken to the ambient noise of life, were rudely smitten down by the silent hand of death.
But, the thing was, death wasn't finished with its victims. A black shadow cast forth across every suburban road to the last nook and cranny of the city ghettos. Not many folk were spared by the cards dealt by fate, but even still, some managed to wager a gre
BurdenI remember when I first arrived,
our faces gleaming with hope.
We were the happiest.
Now? We're still here.
But we're burdened. I'm burdened.
Hope still lingers,
but is all but vanished.
As a whole
our very instinct of self-preservation
drives us to the brink of madness.
and overwhelming greed.
Infect the living soul
and condemn the already dead being.
Every breath is a mistake.
But we chose this.
We choose to live sickly,
to infect others with our selfishness.
And we expect change.
Change? What change?
satisfying taste of crimson lips
bead of sweat
dripping water falls
of tempting desire.
As if love wasn't seductive enough
her bosom bore no sign of retreat
Her arms wrapped around me
her skin comforted the pores
Soft as the calmest lake
and a sunset,
A sunset like no other.
Profound yet troubling
A smooth darkness garnished
with fiery light
Do I embrace lust
or fear it?
RP Stat Sheet 2[PLAYER STATS]:
Conversion: 4,000 per Piece
[CANNOT BE HARMED BY]:
Gender: Female (Super-Girly)
Height: 2' 8"
Weight: 32 lbs
Body Intregity: 11 year old
Breast Size: A [to start] but mostly C
Hair: Not Really Hairy
Tail Length: 20 ft
Intellegence: Slightly better sometimes
Art Skills: 11 (Very Good)
Success in Life: Mediocre
Current DNA: 50% Monkey 49% Anime Girl 1% Will
***REVIVES***: 16 revives
- Megas XLR; knows exactly what I want to do; Zeyphr Z4; Old person sedan spaceship; 12 warp; DeLux Leather (not) seat, smells like smoke; 200 extra keys. Huge trunk. 1 spare hover disc. Audio system, only Old People disc. Hologram Butler AI (GPS sort of, Jeeves).
- Tr0n Jumpsuit [Purple Lights] [10 pcs of armor] [Black] [ 12 hours air, 200 hours air regen time ] [ Hoodie Pockets, 2 x; but can conjoin hands in middle. ]
- Thneed [Everything] [Yellow] [Steampunk Goggles; Makes me Look Stylish]
- Pink Latex
The First BlastTim left his home in a daze. He wandered across his lawn freely, like someone who knew he had to get somewhere but who had no idea where that was. He looked up at the cloudless sky, staring right into the sun. He shut his eyes, then opened them and turned them down the row identical, brightly coloured two story houses that made up his neighbourhood. Still somewhat in shock, but slightly more confident in his movements, he began to walk down the row, just skirting the edges of the bright green lawns and paved driveways.
Almost everywhere he went, families were gathering on their yards. The same shock and awed loss of direction was apparent in everyone’s faces, as if they had all woken up from a strange dream. He nodded politely to those he passed, waving hello to a few. They returned the favour, though their friendly smiles carried even less genuine feeling than normal.
The cause for their shock and awed expressions was clear. No one questioned it, everyone understood as soon as t
The Creamfast CaseThe Ollenberg Auditorium was filled with people, both large and slim. This was truly a main event, in its own right. Amongst the clamoring people, a troupe of security guards were heading over to the podium, but nobody was able to see the person they surrounded.
Once the person got up, he was finally revealed to be wearing a golden lab coat, to match his already eccentric hair. The rest of his outfit was actually clad in black.
"Good citizens!" He said, "I'm so thankful you came here today! I've noticed that obesity is gaining some kind of popularity. But the problem is that the epidemic is rising faster. So, I've created a solution!"
He brought out a tub of ice cream. Then, he took out a remote control, and activated a movie.
There was no narration, but the scientist said, "You see, people, this is Creamfast, the latest in weight-loss technology. I understand how some of you have busy jobs, but this concoction is both an enjoyable treat, and guarantees near-instant results! For t
Powerwhine's LamentJuanita Alvarez sat in the house she shared with Dominique Freeman, watching the television. Dominique was out on a date this evening, and Juanita didn’t expect her to be back for a while. So it was a shock when the opened door opened. She swiveled her head around to see Dominique slam the door behind herself. “I take it the date didn’t go well?” Juanita asked.
“That bastard…” Dominique muttered angrily, mostly to herself, as she hung her coat up.
Juanita shut off the TV and asked, “Care to tell me what happened?”
Dominique walked over to the end of the couch and crossed her arms. ”So we’re in the middle dinner when he gets a phone call. I get curious about what he’s talking about, and so I ask him what it was about after he was done. He tells me, and get this, that it was his wife! Their kid was sick and she was giving him an update.”
Juanita winced and said, “Ow.”
Dominique nodded and continued
The OasisEliza Brooks was in a car, observing the rugged terrain of Yanbe, a mysterious country, across the ocean. She was an Ollenberg native, who, like Roxie, was one of the serveral finest athletes. However, today, she was just enjoying herself.
Eliza was about 5'8", and no more than 130 lbs. She usually wore a grey shirt, with blue jeans, especially in this weather. Her skin was tanned, to match her pale blonde hair. Her face was smooth, and basically shined. Even though she was against make up, she was someone who would be beseeched by countless suitors. Her bust and thighs usually equaled "hot date" to many of her fans, man and woman alike. But, she wanted to get away from those hungry people. Taking Roxie's advice, she left Ollenberg for a vacation, which leads to why she was in the car with this outfit.
"So, where are we going?" Eliza asked, with her near-angelic voice.
"Well," the dark-skinned driver said, "We will be going to Yanbe City, the town that was the very heart of our country
Trust Machines - Betta TestTrust Machines - Betta Test
Janine sighed as she levered herself into the wheelchair and settled her diaphanous fins around her purple tail. “This was a stupid idea, Ronnie.”
Her black-haired friend shook her head as she helped Janine get comfortable. “No it wasn’t. You were the prettiest one out there by far. Especially in the water. There’s already videos of you online, and some of the comments are really nice.”
“And the other comments? The ones that laugh at me being the slowest mermaid in Unlimited?”
“Ignore them. They’re just jealous.”
Janine sighed again, and shook out her short purple hair. Ronnie had changed it to match her scales. “Let’s just see if we can catch a shuttle back to the mall, so I can be human again and forget this day ever happened.”
While they were waiting, a well-dressed man approached them. “Miss Silverton?
OHFE: Sherlock, Holmes and Doctor... Who? There had been plenty of strange cases, but this one was nearly the most curious. According to the Curiosity scale from one to ten, with one being outstandingly boring (or being able to be solved with a snap of fingers) and ten being almost impossible to solve, this one could get nine. And a half.
It all had begun as many cases do. People vanishing. But that had been the most curious: they had been absolutely nowhere to be found. They could be gone when their relatives weren't looking. Just disappearing in thin air. Even the omnipresent Baker Street Irregulars couldn't find them despite being given detailed descriptions. And then something opposite had happened, which had made the rating of it run up.
The doorbell rang, as if calling for help, and the tall man with sharp face lines made his way down. As he expected, those were Baker Street Irregulars, but this time there were more of them than usually - most times two or three of them came to inform about one more
The Witness on the HillI stumbled, coughing, into an alleyway as the sounds of screaming and explosions echoed from the streets behind me. I don't know how the peaceful protest had turned into a full-fledged street riot, but before I knew it tear gas canisters and Molotov Cocktails were flying. Looking back, the carnage on the street was lost in a sea of smoke, when suddenly a group of armor clad figures made their way towards me.
“You! Stop!” a voice yelled, muffled by his gas mask.
I had two choices, get arrested or run... I chose the latter. Sprinting down the row of alleys, I knew I couldn't outrun them forever so I made a quick left and quickly pried open the first basement window I found. I dove inside just as the sound of footsteps rounded the corner and sighed with relief as the sound of the police passed. However, just as it seemed I was home free, a huge pair of arms wrapped around my torso. My blood ran cold as a deep gravelly voice whispered i
Trust Machines - Swim MeetTrust Machines - Swim Meet
“Well, that wraps up the awards for today’s National Championships in swimming. Unsurprisingly, George Kevins took home the most medals, he was the favourite going into this.”
“Yes, George is perhaps the best natural swimmer of this generation, and we’re looking forward to his run at the Olympics. The formal competition may be over, Bob, but we’re not done yet. Next up is the event that everyone’s been waiting for, the unlimited class 3200 meter sprint. While they’re setting up the modified launch platforms, here’s Kerry with some background on the event.”
The video feed cut over to a cute woman in a tight-cut blazer. “Thanks Jim. Over the past year, there have been a lot of controversies over Venn Machine derived swimming forms. It started with a few competitors adding webbing between their fingers and toes, but didn’t end there. Soon, the
Deep DarkThe darkness can be eerie, the absence of light can cause great fear due to the variable perception of the mind, however, it can also be fun as it shrouds the land, allowing those who do their nightly work without fear of others to spot them. This can also be said for the submerged world as well, thought not only does it veil the sight, but it makes danger much harder to see as well.
Near the Bala Lake in the UK, signs of human life were present in the form of clothes, the real action was beneath the dark blue waters, looking almost black, since the new moon was in effect tonight. Deep nearly 15 feet below the surface, there was something going on...
Beams of light came jutting out of four decent sized underwater lamps, illuminating the area in the shape of a rectangle, with blue-greenish sands at the bottom of the water, it was the perfect place to set up something.
In the center of the field of light was a submerged female neko/human hybrid that was native to he
Femme FataleThe uproar had climaxed to a chaotic murmur of violence;
her voice did nothing but antagonize the beasts,
cursing and chanting, biting and shoving.
Her voice cooed,
seducing the simple minded into an ape-like rage;
they'd sign their own death-warrants.
The laws were in place to keep control,
not to display compassion from the State;
did they not know?
The crowd threw themselves at the front-lines,
disregarding law and order,
passing crude judgement as they swayed against it.
Mist and smoke met plastic slugs,
and steel embraced beast.
The mob charged its captors,
like a horde of intoxicated animals;
a chill voice overhead barking obscenities.
There was no turning back now;
bitter rage spurred anxious violence,
and she did nothing but grin as revenge became a forced option.
Her hand was not on the gun,
but her desire made puppets of her men;
their anger and hatred was shared.
A gift only a mad man would cherish,
but had yet become the corner stone of the iron grasp.
Flashes of discontent
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