Mind Over MatterI'm starting to wonder if this is self-destructive,which tells me just how far past that I've gone.If I repeat a bad cycle so much it becomes a part of lifethen it's either heaven or hell, and this sure ain't bliss.I batter and batter at myself just wishing it could endjust so I can get a few hours' sleep and start all over again.I can't tranq myself, nor meditate, only exhaust all of me;mind over matter's great until you're staring down two lions, 'stead of one.
Flat Refusal"No." One word, massive ripple effect.
Scratching at My Chamber DoorClaws in the carpet at odd hoursShavings of wood from the floorWaking me or shaking meOr interrupting the movieIt's not always about food(Though we'll have that too, thanks)Something is amiss andYou want to tell me, I knowMy cats are perhaps very selfishOr keeping a rein on my miseryButWhat do you know that I don't?
Prototype: Chapter TwoChapter Two: AloneSarge and MarcoFerris were silent for many seconds, after which Sarge nodded once. "I'll call it in, and let someone else decide." His head turned from MarcoFerris to me. "Alpha, do you understand what classified means?"The technical definition was not hard to find. What contextually it meant took me several seconds to process. "I understand information being refused to an individual or individuals for a stated purpose." Among the masters, information was rarely refused, except in situations like my testing, where my access to the results might have altered the test results. But most of the masters simply did not access data that was not relevant to their position, there was never a 'classified' rejection.Sarge was nodding. "I am in charge of this mission, and I want you to consider all information about your personal history classified. Marco and I are the only ones on this mission who understand that you were once human, and that you knew Marco.
Veni, Vidi... Meow? Chapter OnePersistent mewing gradually permeated the industrious bubble that surrounded Grant and the pile of coursework he needed to grade. When he realized he had a crick in his neck from being hunched over the desk so long, he sighed and leaned back in his chair. The sofa was looking awfully inviting...But there was that mewing again. His neighbor must've accidentally closed her cat out again. Grant rubbed the back of his neck and looked from the half-empty pack of cigarettes to the window where the fire escape was. Quitting was going to have to wait until after he finished this class. He grabbed the pack in one tired fist and made his way to the window, clambering out onto the fenced metal grating outside to smoke."Hey Trouble," he greeted the gray tabby cat sitting at the next window. The cat returned his greeting with a glare of displeasure and refused to comment. "It can't be as bad as all that," Greg told the cat, and he could've sworn the cat rolled his eyes. Chuckling, he leaned down
Prototype: Chapter OneTransmission StartSWYgeW91IGNhbiByZWFkIHRoaXMgeW91J3JlIGEgbGl0dGxlIHJpZGljdWxvdXMuIE9yIG5vc3kuI remember many things I am not supposed to. This was a problem for my makers, not having seen the possibility beforehand. Even among my run, I knew more of my past than my brothers, who professed no such knowledge and received perfect marks from my masters while I was considered inferior for such cluttered memory banks. Such wide margins of error between individuals of the same model became the chief concern that delayed and eventually shut down the prototype program entirely. It is too bad my brothers were not of scientific interest to our makers, perhaps more of us would have survived the program termination.Of that particular program, which the humans have taken to calling 'Next-Generation' for lack of better options, I was told later that I was the first in the line of fourteen individuals. It is possible that this was the cause of my difference from my brothers, but g
Jumping AheadNota bene: hypotheses are not conclusions.
My Reality, My FantasyI like my fantasy world, thanks.
Julie: Character Sketch"Julie!"The brunette lying pretzel-shaped in the child-sized treehouse didn't move a muscle when her mother's voice floated out the kitchen door. Her hands remained steady as she painted the white t-shirt in front of her, the black cat in the foreground taking shape over the graffiti and posters in the background, all more or less the same things that had been hanging up around town lately. She hoped Elle would see the band poster, anyway. The rest were just to set the mood of the painting."Julie, I know you're up there!"Julianne tilted her head to check that the smudges around the edges of the paintable area were even, but it looked pretty good for an afternoon's work. The brick faded out at about the right rate. One more down, just--"JULIE!""What, ma?" The teen had to toss her ponytail back out of her way so her long curly hair didn't hang in the painted Christmas gift. She really should've tied it up tighter to keep strands from falling in her work, but it was far too late now.
TG Luke becomes Sith Lord Leia (RQ)This was it. The final moments that would decide the fate of the galaxy once and for all. As Luke battled both his father Darth Vader and the emperor on the Death Star. The rebel alliance on Endor is being led by Han and Leia. So far though it seems that Han and Leias squad is having trouble taking out those generators as each member of there team is being taking out by the empire. Even with the added help of the Ewok tribe, what with there sticks and rocks, is no match for laser cannons.As the battle on the planet continues however, Luke and Vader continue there duel as Luke is overcome more and more by the words of Vader and Palpatine. Feeling new hate boiling within him, he then comes into contact with his father and like an animal begins to slash at him repeatedly with his saber. As Vader laid there on the ground ready to possibly have his life taken from him by his own son now, as it seems within Lukes eyes he has finally succumb to the darkness within him. As Luke raises his lig
TG Bayonetta Cosplay (CT)Getting to comic con was easy, getting was the tricky part for Brian. After trashing his parents car last week, most of his money had been going to towards fixing it. This meant he could not go to the con in his town. But then an excepted turn of events happened to him. After parking his car around the block of the community center, he would go around to the empty and unnoticeable side of the building where no one could see him. "Well with what money I have left I could probably get in by wearing a costume as its half price if I wear one." He said to himself as he went into his pocket. Giggling at the excitement, he pulled out what seemed a pendent of some kind. "I do not know how this thing came into my life, but we have had some 'fun' haven't we?" He said to the pendent he was holding.Apparently it was a replica item from one of Brians fav. games Bayonetta. Only this was a pendent from her appearance in the sequel Bayonetta 2. Brian had pre-ordered the sequel months in advance and o
A Mother's Wish (Female into Dog)A Mother’s Wish“You’re late” snapped Marie as she stormed out of the door towards her mother with her beloved pet dog, Cletus.“Remember Hadiya she needs to back at 6 tonight!” called Marie’s father as he shut the door.Soon the two were walking around the local park, Marie walked in front with her dog sniffing and roaming around off of the leash. But for a reason there was an unusual tension between mother and daughter“You now mum; i haven’t seen you since... well how old are you now? Smiled Marie.“Forty and don’t ask my age it’s rude” replied Hadiya.“Like you care, same way, you care about you work more than me!” snapped Marie as she threw down the leash, “You’ve never been a reliable mother and you know what Emma’s a better mother than you’ll ever be. True she’s unemployed but at least she puts her family first unlike you. You are just a cold hearted bitch
Il colloquioRoleplay inspirao da... avete indovinato, William Dalton!! > disse la signorina Betty, scuotendo la testa >La ragazza alzò le spalle >La signorina Betty scosse nuovamente la testa >Niky incrociò le braccia sul petto, imbronciata >L’insegnante riordinò i fogli e li batté sulla scrivania, per ordinarli in una fila compatta >La ragazza fece un passo indietro, inorridita > ripeté, impallidendo > suggerì, speranzosa.La signorina Betty, però, scosse ancora il capo >> mormorò Niky, rassegnata, ed uscì dall’aula. La consapevolezza di essere nei guai la agitava, e decise di fare una passeggiata nel cortile.“Sono spacciata!” pensò. “Domattina il carro postale partirà e porterà la lettera della signorina Betty alla mamma… e allora si che saranno dolori!”Si bloccò di colpo, in mezzo al cortile. “Un momento… domani mattina! Ma certo! Tutto quello che devo fare è ru
What is the worst thing you have ever done?The question arises"What is the worst thing you have ever done?"I could answer in a time that has passed. A time you won't remember because you were not there.I could answer this question with the lifes i took. With the blood on my hands, the guts on the ground.I could answer this question with the treasures i've got. With the lifes i saved and the ones i took.I could answer this question with magic in my heart. With the darkness that comes from my darkened body and soul.Is it worth it?In a different time, in a different world, in a different life, everything changes.You wouldn't understand if i told you the truth."What is the worst thing you have ever done?"I guess this would be to be reborn and to live on.
True Stories: Dress Pants (WG)My ex-GF was preparing to attend a job fair and realized she had no professional business attire in her closet at school to wear to the event. She had forgotten to bring attire back to school with her from the last trip she made home. So in a pinch, she asked her roommate, if she could borrow the new pants suit she purchased on a shopping trip a few weeks earlier. Considering they often shared clothes, and that she was the closest in size to my ex-gf, The roommate obliged and gladly offered up the outfit.There was a slight problem though. the roommate had begun losing some weight (namely from cutting back on drinking because she was so busy with school) and was probably down to 127-130. My ex-girlfriend, however, had the opposite reaction to the stresses of school, and gorge herself on fatty snacks and sodas, usually late at night, after her metabolism had checked in for the day. So at this point, my ex-girlfriend had put on 5 or 6 pounds and was weighing in at 144-145. At this point,
Six Words: AlarmAlarm cat: works... needs snooze button.