Rory the WelderIf I had t'figure 'bout where things started goin' downhill, it'd probably a-been the day I showed up at work smellin' like cheap whiskey. See, first of all, I weren't even THAT drunk by the time I got there, and second, it weren't THAT cheap. The whiskey. See, that's when they fired me, the bastards.Gets worse though, 'cause then they called the pigs what came 'round and picked me up for drinkin' and drivin' when I went and tried to leave the plant. That's bullshit, I was just drivin'. I hadn't had a drink in two hours at that point!Anyways, I had some money squirelled away, and an over abund.. Abun-dunce? Dance? Feckit, a lot of free time after that, and figured I may'swell start tryin' to get into one o'my favorite sports to watch. You ever see someone throw a pumpkin eight hundred yards? With a giant chunk of machinery they done built themselves?I have, and boy howdy, I were gonna do it my ownself if it killed me.Only too me 'bout ways a month to get my Pumpkin' Slayin' Machine
Shiny in the AfterlightHonestly, I think most of the reason we still use them is 'cause they're shiny. Some of them are. Okay, they CAN, occasionally be shiny, if you work at it. It's not like they're actually worth anything these days, not after the economic break down, the global riots, and the general depopulation of the planet. The people who set their worth have long disappeared.The littler ones are my favourite. They polish up to a warm, shiny copper, but most of them are black and green. I don't really know why I collect them, when I could be using them to trade for food, but I do. Maybe I'm part raven? Ha! That'd be the day... Can you imagine it? Growing great black wings and flying above it all?Almost a shame there were no mutagenic viruses or radiation-induced mutations. Really, once the riots quieted down, the human race just sort of... Faded out. Still here, but not in the numbers we once had. What does this have to do with the coins?Nothing, that's what. And that's exactly what they're worth.
ICE - WIPIt seemed that no matter where you went, how far you flew, or what planet you were on, everyone had something in common. Many would say that Crime and Religion were the two most notable examples, but Martin Barsona had to disagree. No, by far the biggest similarity was what he was currently suffering through: Elevator music was universally bad.I really hope the job is worth the music...Rona shook his head and leaned against the opulently padded wall. The music might sound like dirt, but Braxis Corp. did not skimp on anything else. Even the express elevator was richly appointed. The carpet came up to the freelancer's ankles, and doubled as inertial dampening. The floor they were going to was about a mile and a half from the ground floor lobby, the elevator itself traveled dizzyingly fast to cover the distance. Everything was in tones of red and gold, gaudy as all hell. Rona was pretty sure the little alcove on the right was actually a drink dispenser, but he decided not to test.Five
12-6 - Karl's Story :WIP:As a child, he came from the lowest social rung, even among peasantry. As one of the youngest children in a family of fishmongers in a sleepy fishing village in an out-of-the-way barony, he quickly learned to pull his weight... and more quickly when best to slack off. His family was illiterate, all were unclean, but as only one or two of the villagers could read, and all felt bathing was what you did when you fell in the water after the nets, they did not stand out.Life wasn't easy, but it was never overly hard for the child. Until the year he turned twelve. It was around that time that rumors of pirates and raiders began circulating the neighboring villages, but in the manner of all who have been untouched by war or crime greater than the occasional adulterer or drunken brawl, all were secure that such things could never happen to them.What a surprise when it did. The raiders had struck at night and Karl had been brought aboard their ship. He'd been set to swabbing decks as soon as
12 - 4 April - Sarah KaydanHer breath echoed hollowly in the vacuum suit as the respirator worked imperceptibly harder to draw and scrub the excess carbon-dioxide. Her pulse had quickened with her breathing, as adrenaline flashed through her blood, causing her to almost shake with a combination of excitement and fear. She shifted her weight slightly, and her left boot knocked a stone off the edge of the cliff. At the top of the mountain, the thin atmosphere of the planet was practically nonexistent, and only the barest of breezes swirled the lightest of dust atop the plateau. A scant ten meters below the rim and that all changed. Powerful winds blew above a semi arctic ocean below, winds that had worn away the mountain's base until it more closely resembled a mushroom. The surface of the stalk was deceptively smooth in appearance, but she had found every little nook and cranny to make the four mile, mostly vertical climb. Sure, she could have taken a shuttle to the top, but that wouldn't have been th
12 - 3 March - Dragons PearlWhen objects would fall from the stars to land in the sea, most of the denizens of the salty waters would vacate the area, finding the great noise and disruption, heat and poisonous murk not to their liking. Even the lowest of beings, those that could do nothing but follow their instincts, knew better than to investigate. Most, but not Lira. All of dragon kind were creatures of great curiosity, but she was far more than that.Even as a pupling fresh from the egg, she questioned everything about her. It was Lira who led the pack of juveniles that would sneak out of the nests and into more dangerous waters, and more often than not, it was Lira who would be dragged by her tail out of danger. That she survived into adulthood surprised no few of the elders. That she did so with her curiosity intact surprised no one at all.And so it was that something large fell from the sky, not many moons after the young dragoness had grown to adulthood. When all sensible life was fleeing, it was Lira who
I don't mind a bite.The hot friction in between our bodies,causing me to grip your waist,and call your name softly.You kiss my lips,and I savor your taste.You moan softly with each gentle touch on your body,and I lay you softly on my bed.The soft covers wrapping around our bare bodies,the heat encapturing you in my mind forever.The savory bliss of your body,the savory taste of your being.Kiss me.Love me.Bite me.
Raspberry ChampagneYou are a goddessAnd gods never felt like this.I sit for hours and think,Things that your mind leaves in a blink.I like to think maybe I can climb mountains.But you’re in the clouds past them.I think though, if I ask so a taste of heaven,Could you get me a lesson?Oh, what it’s like to fly,And enlighten souls as you pass by?It’s foolish I know,But I’m just so low.And I found you, and I smile again.Someone who makes reality and fantasy blend.It’s been so long.Since nothing felt wrong.Since I wanted someone in my arms,And that set off no alarms.Since I stayed up till two in the morning,For romance poem verse forming.I feel like I could talk about you for hours,You’re giving me super powers.And you don’t even know it.But a fire has been lit.And like a hot air balloon,I rise, hoping I arrive at your door soon.Your castle in the sky,That welcomes all kinds.
Will you be my player one?↑ ↑ ↓ ↓ ← → ← → B A Select Start.You've worked your way into my heart.I want to be your player two,and spend my 30 lives with you.May I be the Mario to your Peach?and traverse the places out of reach.Will you be the Zelda to my Link?I will protect you no matter what others think.You can be the Sonic to my Tails,and I will stay with you, success or fail.I will be the Rock to your Roll.Your happiness is my utmost goal.Please be the Ciel to my Zero.I want to be your dashing hero.Gaming is what I do,but I'd love to share it all with you.
Moonlit EyesAs the moonfloats through the sky,I see her lightreflected in your eyesNext to starsand fiery sightsAll containedin eyes so brightCan't look awaybut why would I want to?as you gaze into minemy heart belongs to you