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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
Ground zeroGround zero
By The Shadow Demon
Request by Lasserine
(People into various)
“There’s no way I’m going to loose!” Megan said with a smirk as she looks in her mirror unable not to smile as she was a shoe in to win. Living in a small town of Pumpkinstine or known as ‘the capital of Halloween’ respectfully given for the towns love for Halloween and for most town or cities they would just celebrate Halloween for the day or the week but not Pumpkinstine. For the entirety of October they celebrate it with the day itself beginning a huge costume fiesta. Giving a spin, giving the mirror a great three-sixty look of her and the costume she was wearing. The eighteen year old wore a beautiful sparkling purple with pink decoration patterns mermaid tail with a matching top showing off her mid drift and some of her cleavage, her wavy shoulder length brown hair hidden under a long violet wig. Megan just smiles unable to hide her excitement, hearing her phone ringing,
Backblast part 2In a secluded area of Stranger Industries where they wouldn’t be monitored or interrupted, the owner of the company was meeting with Warbuster’s pilot. “So what have you found out?” the masked man asked his employee.
“Well, I poked around the records and found several discrepancies in the inventory going back nearly a year and ending soon after Backblast appeared. So whoever he is, he probably works here since he knows how to manipulate our system, or at least has someone here doing it for him.”
“Hrmm,” the Stranger murmured unhappily. “At least Long-Reich had the decency to become a supervillain on his own time with his own money. Anyways, anyone know what you were looking for?”
“Nope, I kept the reason why I was doing it to myself. No one suspects anything.” Warbuster’s pilot paused before adding. “Well, I think Poly might. She actually found a couple of the discrepancies while looking for parts and p
The Girl Who Chases The Wind TGThe Girl Who Chases The Wind
I received an article offer from one of my regular patrons between tea and staring an old-time blinking cursor on a screen.
The offer came attached with a brief message detailing the potential for compensation and what would be expected of me. If it was a generation ago, I’d imagine a big, fluorescent-toned office with thin walls and glass rooms. A bearded editor strides in and pitches me the story he wants me to write for the newspaper.
Of course, even then, such situations never happened except in movies rooted a further generation in the past. My editor, who I could only imagine was some baby-face ten years my junior who could multitask data at a level I couldn’t even manage on the king of all caffeine rushes, spewed out words like a live dump from his active memory.
“2K w least. Martlemay Project invest into Qs of brains/humanity/corruption. Current rumor Dr Jacob Feldon pet project is fetish feed. Old men to hot girls. Backgrou
Fox Shadow Chapter 15Disclaimer: I do not own Mass Effect. This belongs to Bioware. Please enjoy.
Chapter 15: First Steps.
The events of a few hours ago still had not settled with Vixen. Her life as a Spectre was now in the public view, she knew the Alliance would now try and use her to their own advantage. Everything was falling into the place where she didn't want them to fall, but she knew that now she had no power to stop anything. As she stood looking out across the skyline of the Citadel, Vixen thought of what might now happen. If the Alliance were nice they might give her supplies to help with the mission given to her but it was more likely they'd give her a pat on the back and tell her 'good luck'. Either way, she was alone.
Huffing, she turned away from her window and walked over to her suitcase that she gave up on trying to pack after she found out the limit of shotguns she could carry was only two.
“I suppose I could buy more and have them shipped to me while I'm...away” Vixen spoke
Trust Machines - Venn-ything Goes #02Venn-ything Goes #02
Trust Machines story
The youtube video started rolling with the view of a nondescript plastic crate.
"Hey, folks!" a cheerful voice said from the off. "Here's Steve again and it has been nearly eight hours since Amanda and Johnny have turned into earthworms. They've spent most of the time boring through the earth in this crate where I stored them, just like normal earthworms do, and I have barely seen them. Well, that is until an hour ago when they suddenly showed unexpected 'activity'."
Steve snickered and grabbed the crate's lid. "So let's take a look what Johnny and Amanda are up to!" With verve, he removed it and exposed the two earthworms Johnny and Amanda had been transformed into. But instead of digging themselves through the wet soil, both their wriggling shapes were at the
Nuclear Acceleration"Goodbye, darling." Carrie says to her husband sweetly and gives him a goodbye kiss. Then Carrie leaves for her work in a nuclear plant. She fondles her lower abdomen on the way and keeps remembering how wonderful her last night was with her husband. "If only I can be pregnant," thinks Carrie.
Carrie is 25 years old and married with her husband 3 years ago. Since then, they wanna have a baby but they just don't have one. Therefore they make love more and more frequently and hope a baby will finally come. Carrie has always kept imagining what "pregnant Carrie" looks like since she got married.
Carrie reached the nuclear plant. She is an operator of the machines in the plant and needs to turn on or off some equipment at regular time interval. The job is very important as radiation may leak out accidentally upon an operator's mistake. Although Carrie does not this dangerous job very much, she agrees to work in the plant just for her incredibly high salary.
"Eh. What a dull job. I will nev
.:: To Breathe In The Unknown ::.What a more fragile yet so incredibly strong when enchanted with hope and desire than the creatures that call themselves humans. I will not deny that when I saw their faces, I saw me. I saw my people. Yet, when I glimpsed at their plain and hackneyed body structure, I was consumed with disappointment. Humans are such ordinary beings. I am impressed, however, of their survival skills. They are not ignorant children, running and jumping around with glee, nor do they have a good anatomy to within stand their surroundings. No, they are needy creatures. Shelter, fire, more water, more food, need more sleep, they all cry and shout. The lion can last a few days without a meal. An ant is perfectly fine in its pile of dirt crowded and shoved against its brothers and sisters. The horse can run miles upon miles without complaining. Such selfish, vermin creatures humans were. Then again I would be a liar if I said I had little interest in them. It was how alluring and charming they were. They obse
Alex CraytonDo you know what it's like to be faced with the fact everyone is dead and you're the last one alive? No?
Well let me tell you something...it's like nothing I can describe. Think about the most hopeless feeling you've ever gotten, then see the woman or man you love getting gunned down right in front of you.
That's where my story starts.
I pumped the last shot of morphine I had into her, but it was too late. She was fading fast and we both knew it, so I did the only thing I thought of. I knelt down beside her, holding her head up a bit "Hey bud, your gonna keep holding on right?"
She looked at me, a faint smile breaking her face "I'm dying, any idiot can see that. Just promise me something."
I grabbed her hand and looked her in the eyes. "What? I'll do anything you want." She moved my hand over her heart, feeling the warmth of the blood and the coldness of her body.
"Alex, I want you to kill the men who did this to me and I want you to give me a funeral that
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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