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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
Random Sexual Offenderman short storiesThis is just a collection of small stories about smexy, most involving him interacting with Arc in some humorous way, a few of which were even released on his tumblr account. I figured these little stories had been building up in my notes long enough, so i might as well release the lot.
Before I was named as a “proxy”,
(heck, i'm not even sure if he had really known much about proxies back then to begin with, and if he did, i know he hadn't really been considering it)
Smexy had made a different sort of offer to “claim me” within the boundaries of our deal.
Fall was just starting to really come into its own, the leaves in the process of changing their colors and the college campus humid and muddy from a recent rain. We were just kinda hanging around in the dorm room. I sat on the floor with my laptop, while Smexy was draped across the bed like some sort of big lazy cat, looking over my shoulder to watch the cartoon or whatever that was playing o
Fat BloodNadina could only hear her feet quashing the swampy ground, as she traveled through a dense part of a forest. Clad in a blue armless top, adorned with logos from sponsors, and equipped with black shorts and shoes, Nadina forced herself through a tricky path. As soon as she reached the end of it, she got through a cave, proving her nearly-inhuman acrobatics.
As soon as she found herself at the edge of a scenic cliff, Nadina smiled, finally being able to climb Mt. Unreal, Alfatare's biggest mountain. "It's over," she said, "I conquered it all..."
Then, as the tanned blonde slowly turned, the area she stood on broke off. She yelped, and then screamed, as it came far too sudden for her to recover. Nadina screamed as loud as she could, praying there would be help.
"Get her to an ER! Get her to an ER!"
Trust Machines - Office TeaseAdrian Gilner yawned, rubbed his eyes and looked at the old-fashioned analogue clock hanging on his office's wall. It was already well past 7 p.m., and that on a Friday, to boot. Normally, he was leaving his office at 4 p.m. on Fridays, but when you were the CO of a small electronics company, sometimes you didn't get to choose your quitting time.
In this instance, one of his company's subcontractors had screwed up spectacularly. The battery manufacturer had delivered one hundred thousand batteries, and all of them had a disastrous flaw which would almost certainly make them fail in the first two months of operation. The good news was that battery manufacturer had agreed to back the entire charge and refund the full price, plus a luscious penalty. The bad news was that the battery manufacturer didn't have the capacities to replace the faulty batteries with working ones right now.
Which would leave AG Electronics with a massive bottleneck in production rate for the imm
Trust Machines - Venn-Ass #00The youtube video started with the display of two teenagers, a girl and a boy standing in a mall, a Venn Machine's spinning planets behind them. The boy was gangly and tall, well over 6 feet, with a thin face but humorous eyes and dark-black, scrubby hair. The girl next to him was considerably smaller and a bit on the homely side, she sported long, blond hair and her blue eyes twinkled with wit. Both were dressed in their generation's typical garb, the boy with jeans and sweater, the girl with leggings and a sweater-dress.
"Hi guys!" she greeted the camera now with a cheerful smile, "Welcome to our first installment of 'Venn-Ass'! I'm Amanda and my companion here-" she pointed at the boy, "-is my boyfriend Johnny!"
"Hey there, whazzup?" the boy garbled and Amanda grinned.
"He's normally a bit more talkative, probably stage-fright or such, anyway-" she had to stop for a moment because she had to evade a playful blow on her shoulder "-both of us are big fans of the old
TMNT 2012 Chapter 16: What Doesn't Kill You...Chapter 16: What Doesn't Kill You Makes You Stronger
Mona froze unsure what to do. There were at least thirty Foot bots on the front yard and that's all they could see, who knew how many more were on the roof or trying to get into the house right now. She glanced to her left, Leo, Raph, Donnie, and Mikey were still really injured and lying on couches or chairs. Although they were hurt, their senses were on edge along with their bodies.
“Mona,” Lotus began slowly. “We need to try and talk to them.”
Mona looked bewildered at Lotus, “Are you crazy?”
“Look if we don't they are just going to attack. Nia and April can grab our weapons while we head out there and try to talk to them,” Lotus offered. “What else can we do besides stand here?”
Mona gritted her teeth, “April, Nia. Please grab mine and Lotus's weapons. If things get bad protect the guys at all costs. Notify Splinter and Casey of the situation.”
Nia and April n
Trust Machines Writers' GuideTrust Machines Writers' Guide v1.07
Imagine a TF booth with a twist. Outside is a single control, that sets the duration of the change. Put some money in (or any token - has to be an object, doesn’t much matter what), the duration display comes up. Set the time to thirds of a day, 1-3 days, 1-3 months or 1-3 years, touch to confirm. Two doors appear - bits of the wall of the booth just vanish, rather than sliding or irising out of the way.
Inside the booth, between the two sides, is a transparent interface panel. Once a sentient (to the booth’s definition - not drunk/stoned/too young to be responsible) person enters a side, the door vanishes again.
The interface is largely touch-based. The center is taken up by the currently selected image, which follows the movements of the person on the other side. An array of ‘bubbles’ around the edge of the image show variations on the central one. Touching one changes t
TMNT 2012 Chapter 15: Where to Go, Where to HideChapter 15: Where to Go, Where to Hide
Smoke billowed from the pile of rubble. Lotus made it to the pile first and began to dig. Soon Nia, Mona, and April began to dig as well. Nia stopped and stood as she used her telekinesis to start to move larger pieces of debris.
Splinter ran up, “Please we must leave! The police will be here soon!”
April stopped and turned to him, “If we leave the guys here, if they are alive, they'll be caught and caged Sensei! We have to try and find them!”
Nia swayed as sweat dripped down her face. Mona, April, and Lotus continued to tear rocks away from the smoking heap. As the pieces of rubble began to fall away two broken walls had fallen and made a tent like point. Nia tried to move these pieces but they wouldn't budge, even with her ability.
“Guys get the rocks out of the way from those two pieces there,” Nia ordered pointing.
Mona, Lotus, and April complied and clawed through the rocks. Lotus climbed up and started to
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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