"You dont get it, isnt? how a society that merely accept the idea of slavery can grow so wicked? is pretty simple, is a chain reacion that gnaws the very soul of people and it start by the most exiting of feelings: the idea you are better because the other are not, eventually that that let to the idea that other beings can only be worth by their results to you and your desires, it allow the darkest part of your soul to exalt itself while you drown yourself in your on pity cruelty.
Eventually, you will end defeated as all societies are and when that happen, you will not acepted, being adicted to the status you have created for yourselves"
a monologue I have being thinking about it in a alternate civil war timeline, what do you think about it?.
"My Name is Bolt, Bolt Crank and I dont care if you believe or not"
(That Guy You Met Once)
From the intro to an urban-fantasy-romantic-black-comedy I'm doing for fun.
As it crested the hills of tires, it turned the brown expanse orange and released an aroma that smelled to some species like death but to others like breakfast. Seagulls sang and frolicked. Plastic bags danced in the breeze. The earliest waste pickers were already out, looking for the glints of metal that hinted at buried treasures.
In the neighborhood around the dump, it rimlit the puffy clouds blossoming into the sky from the smokestacks; splashed color, ethereal and ephemeral, over the gray concrete tower blocks. As its light hit the shanties, their thickets of improvised wiring cut it into beams that dappled the streets below and set the broken glass on the sidewalks a-twinkle. Rainbow swirls twirled in the oil spills.
The morning was tranquil, free of Metropol’s dissonant sirens: There hadn’t been a single murder last night. Even the Coma addicts seemed to have a little spring in their step—the ones who could walk, that is.
It was a beautiful day in Deosil.
Myra wouldn’t always have thought that, but in love, most days were beautiful. In fact, things on the whole were looking up. She was eating better, getting out more, and drinking socially instead of alone in her apartment with the curtains drawn. With it came a strange appreciation for her surroundings.
She was in such a good mood she’d gone out for a morning walk, two words she didn’t enjoy separately and never combined. But this morning, she sauntered among the shuttered shops, skipping over the people on the sidewalk who were probably alive, even managing at one point an awkward little pirouette. If she could carry a tune, she would’ve started singing something from a musical, but that stereotype about her people wasn’t true.
Edited by Wheezy on Jan 29th 2020 at 11:52:30 AM
Project progress: The Adroan (102k words), The Pigeon Witch, (40k). Done but in need of reworking: Yume Hime, (50k)
(That Guy You Met Once)
...And from a side story set in the same universe, the result of someone attempting Car Fu on a Destroyer Deity:
It wasn't an explosion, an unseen force just ripped it to parts and yote them in all directions. Its rear bumper totaled the car behind it. A door embedded itself into the bus. A wheel shattered a hair salon window, nearly decapitating someone in a dryer chair. A nearby pedestrian was impaled on a windshield wiper, but eventually made a full recovery. And everyone involved got off easier than the driver, whose hand was found a block away.
Edited by Wheezy on Jan 29th 2020 at 11:50:41 AM
Project progress: The Adroan (102k words), The Pigeon Witch, (40k). Done but in need of reworking: Yume Hime, (50k)
Introductory scene from a My Little Pony fanfiction
One-year-old Candleflight didn't understand what Mommy and Daddy were singing, nor did she care. All she wanted to do was look at the pretty, pretty light on a stick stuck in a muffin. She barely noticed the small plate of a cloud the muffin was on, or the delicate wing maneuvers Mommy was using to waft the cloud along.
"Happy birthday to you!"
She didn't remember ever seeing anything like this pretty light. It danced in front of her eyes as it was set down in front of her.
"Make a wish and blow!" Candleflight's mother urged.
Candleflight wished the pretty light would stay with her forever. She took a deep breath and blew.
The light bent over away from her and disappeared.
Candleflight gasped in horror, her eyes fixated on the black tip of the stick, which now had gray lines swirling from it. The pretty light was gone! Faced with such tragedy, what else could the upset little filly do but start bawling her eyes out?
"What's the matter, dearie?" Mommy asked.
Candleflight was too upset to devote any attention to silly words.
Daddy shrugged and suggested, "How about you eat your yummy muffin?" He broke off a bite-sized chunk and waved it in front of Candleflight.
Candleflight batted away the muffin chunk and reached towards the stick, still wailing. She didn't want her muffin, she wanted the lost pretty light.
Mommy figured it out. "She liked the candle flame."
Daddy chuckled. "Apt name we gave her, then."
Candleflight stopped wailing. She had her light back!
Suddenly, Daddy noticed the relit candle. "Uh, dear, did you relight the candle?" he asked.
Mommy shook her head, "No, I didn't."
"Then who did?" Daddy asked.
Mommy and Daddy looked at the candle, then at their entranced and newly cutie-marked foal. They drew the same conclusion and spoke the same word at the same time.
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Later in the story, she has to keep a torch alight while flying fast enough to blow it out. I can't explain why without telling/spoiling the whole story here.
Edited by Miss_Desperado on Feb 25th 2020 at 7:55:07 AM
If not for this anchor I'd be dancing between the stars. At least I can try to write better vampire stories than Twilight.
The World's Least Powerful Man
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Oh goody, she's a pyromaniac!
Edited by dvorak on Mar 11th 2020 at 11:08:53 AM
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"The unreality device failed, though."
"Yes, and that's why I said may the gods help him. Because he will now outlive the next seven universes. He's never going to see Nymphe again, even in death. He is more or less immortal on a scale I never knew, and that is a fate I would not wish upon my worst enemy."
chaos catby with a flannel shirt addiction
"Stop eating my arrows!"
"But you're trying to kill me!"
"I know, stop eating my arrows!"
I used to plug my deviantart here but turns out the link was too long.(after hearing an ally complain about Getting the Boot) "You suddenly barged onto a Sapient Ship that was already in Red Alert. What did you expect would happen, a welcome wagon with flowers?"
If not for this anchor I'd be dancing between the stars. At least I can try to write better vampire stories than Twilight.
janet likes her new icon.
"She possessed of this semblance of her mother's weakness the kind of hatred reserved only for a king towards the prophet who foresees his fall."
“Can’t you see this is a night of celebration? The world has never failed to eat your kindness. Now it is your turn to devour all it has to give. So dry your tears and let the endless feast begin.
Fear is a tyrant and a despot, more terrible than the rack, more potent than the snake. — Edgar Walllace
The World's Least Powerful Man
"Differences in tactical doctrine between Stalfen and Grandian Militia forces usually kept them seperated. Whereas the Militiamen would spread out to cover more ground, Stalfen's infantry were taught to utilize their strange vehilces-a sort of walking armitage not fielded since the Azure Revolution- as large, mobile shields, clustering together behind them and only abandoning this cover when strictly ordered. While this, in theory, left them vulnerable to grenades, in practise, anyone trying found themselves under the guns of an entire squadron at once. Lancers attempting surprise attacks from rearward also had to contend with crewmen firing from an elevated position. Stalfen's mercenary forces were noted to be almost suicidally brave, deftly avoiding machine gun fire until they were able to clamber up and wedge grenades into a vehicle's operator compartment. The pilots themselves avoided firing snap-shots, taking several seconds to "zero in" their cannons, even under heavy fire as their computer-assisted gunsights calculated precise firing solutions. While officially designated "Armored Fighting Walkers," they were nicknamed "Golems" after a Darcsen legend about a mechanical man who saved his village from a Hunt."
Edited by dvorak on Apr 28th 2020 at 9:16:57 AM
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When time began, two twins, divine, were born
Brother, Sister, Yin Yang, they grew greatly
A millionfold they grew in a second
Endless Waters rushed out to everywhere
These waters became spacetime
The afterbirth became Hillu. The chaos that haunts us all.
Yin and Yang married and vowed burn the afterbirth.
Their first night together was vocal and passionate.
Listen carefully to the radio.
You will still hear their ecstatic first words.
Spoken with tantric unison
“Let there be light”
From the start of The Gaiad
"It ain't much different from the rez, really. Folks from Illinois or Canada take the detour from across the great lake down here to fuck, kill an' get high. It's the sorta place America likes to forget ever existed, and guess what? I'm gonna capitalize off that like the true American I am."
-Ricky, the protagonist of The Assembly, an action crime drama/Heroic Bloodshed webcomic that I'm working on, set in a Detroit Expy between 1996 and 1997.
Edited by YouSitTightBuddy on May 6th 2020 at 7:14:15 AM
painZecora repeated her earlier warning, "All you ponyfolk beware! There's knockout gas within the air!"
"What and where, exactly, is the source of this gas?" asked Doctor Whooves.
Derpy explained, "Zecora had a gas grenade with her. While the three of us were searching Sugar Cube Corner for the changeling, the changeling made Zecora drop the grenade so I picked it up and tried to throw it at the changeling but I just don't know why it went wrong. Next thing I know, I'm here on the street."
Zecora shook her head, hoof still on her forehead. "That mistake makes me want some gin. Despite my coaching, you still Throw the Pin!"
Edited by Miss_Desperado on May 6th 2020 at 10:28:03 AM
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Sanity not included
So, it's a bit more than a line (granted that kind of became standard a while back), but I needed to post this somewhere. I've been on a real parental kick lately, and this just sort of came pouring out at some point, so I wanted to share it.
He runs. Faster than he ever has before, he runs, an altogether too human roar tearing from his throat as he slams into the corpulent monstrosity. The creature is twice his height and five times his weight at least, but it will move; he will make it move. And he does. In defiance of all probability, against all reason, the creature gives ground, its clawed feet digging furrows into the ground, and the very earth trembling as it topples over with a cry of shock. For a warbeast of hell, one who has held its gates against gods themselves, to be dislodged from its post by a mere mortal is inconceivable!
The source of his strength is beyond its understanding. Not born of primal fury like Ordimar's battle rage, or righteous indignation like Kaeli's holy wrath, Raine's strength is born of fear. Fear of failing her, fear of losing her. Fear of watching the daughter he never had be wrenched from this world, and being left alone with his grief. His newfound power is born of the type of sheer ungodly terror only ever born of a true, selfless love for another.
What demon could possibly understand that?
What the monster faces now is the most deadly creature in all of creation, an adversary beyond any its malevolent intellect dared imagine. More a force of nature than an opponent, it faces the wrath of a father, fighting with all his fury to safeguard that which he cherished most; the one thing worth saving in a cruel, uncaring world that had robbed him of all else. The mountains themselves would move if they knew what was good for them, and the gates of hell would be torn from their foundations like nothing more than rotten paper if they stood between him and that single person he counted most dear to him.
What poor demon could possibly stand against him?
Edited by Dragon573 on Jul 12th 2020 at 5:57:59 AM
It's kind of funny. Sufficiently advanced stupidity is like sufficiently advanced science; eventually, you find something you can't solve.
I've confused bechamel with bechdel, and now my characters won't discuss lasagne.
Tierce sat opposite Tavey, rested his elbows on the table, and interlaced his fingers, staring at her through half closed eyes. She made to stand up. Jankin, sat a couple of meters away with his feet on a bench, screwed up his face and shook his head. “Wouldn’t”, he mouthed. She slowly sat back down.
Tierce took a deep breath, and leaned back, his wrists dropping to the table. "I don't know who you are. I don't know what you want. If you are looking to rob me I can tell you I don't have money,” He paused and glanced at Jankin. “How much money do we have?”
Jankin sucked his teeth and stared at the ceiling. “In what radius?”
“Just the city.”
Jankin screwed up his brow to calculate, his jaw skewing to one side. “Um, you’ve got fifteen copper in your money pouch, the ring on your left little finger…”
“What about the rings on his right hand?” she blurted, astounding herself at the idiocy of speaking out when in danger.
“They are both paste.”
“The one on my index isn’t.”
“Um, yeah, I meant to say something last night about that. In the city we have eleven shilling in coin, four shilling and eight pence in copper, and the umm… merchandise.”
“What about the Golden Sun you think I don’t know about in your left heel?"
“Well, you don’t know about it, so I didn’t mention it. Anyway I don’t.” He looked at Tavey and gave a stage whisper “It’s in the right – don’t tell him” and raised a finger to his lips “Shhhh.”
Tierce gave him a sidelong look and rolled his eyes. “Where was I? Oh yeah, what I do have are a very particular set of skills. Skills I have acquired over a very long career. Skills that make me a nightmare for people like you. If you stop tracking us now that'll be the end of it. I will not look for you, I will not pursue you, but if you don't, I will look for you, I will find you and I will kill you."
Tavey raised her chin defiantly, and tensed, ready to fight. “Is that supposed to scare me?”
Jankin chuckled. “No, if he was trying to scare you his hand would be around your throat, your back would be against the wall, and the point of his dagger would be a finger length from your eye. Also he’d be screaming in your face. There would be spittle everywhere. It’s not pleasant.” He made a circular motion with his finger around his face and pulled an exaggerated expression of disgust
Edited by Last_Hussar on May 15th 2020 at 3:09:56 PM
A Gentleman Pirate
"He was alone, terrifyingly alone, in a way he’d never been before. And the only person who knew where he was wanted him dead."
It's the only line I've ever written that gave me actual chills rereading it.
It’s not about the desti-something, it’s about the whatever.
The World's Least Powerful Man
"You told me we were fighting 'monsters.' Monsters don't beg for their lives or show you pictures of their children. You lied to me, and you've got exactly 30 seconds to talk me out of vaporizing you."
Now everyone pat me on the back and tell me how clever I am!
Fruit
"It's a comfort and a burden to die knowing you won't be missed."
CLUNK! (he died.)
“Are you comfortable wearing that to dinner?” he asked.
“My head will fall off if I don’t,” Adam said, his face and voice deadpan.
(Context: Adam rarely takes off his scarf and he's currently eating Feijoada with it on. Nick is the one asking if he's comfortable wearing it.)
eh
“So, um! Yes, I am LGBTQ!” exclaimed Emily with confidence.
“... All at once?” I raise my eyebrow, gesturing with my hands. “As in, you know when people like final bosses or heroes have all the abilities of a particular group they are in?”
“Are you the final boss of gender identity?”
The World's Least Powerful Man
"Big green lads with bad teeth, and everyone hates them for being created by a supervillain and then being dicked around by every self-proclaimed Evil Overlord who can flip their current ruler inside-out for the past thousand or so years."
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"Two lost souls shared a little of their light and warmth with each other, and this is all I will say on the matter."
Edited by dvorak on May 17th 2020 at 8:44:35 AM
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