A Broken FriendshipDevin: But demons, Kings!A Broken Friendship by Delta-13
Kingsley (also a humanoid lizard thing): you left, Devin! You chose your family over our cause and abandoned us, me! You have not been here. You have not seen how the Shivians have gone back on their word again and again. You did not have to witness Philip’s execution, powerless to stop it! I have done what was needed to ensure freedom for MY people and country!
Devin’s face softened
Kingsley: go back to your island and raise your grandchildren. The cause has no further need of you.
Devin scrunched his snout and wrestled with himself before mournfully turning and walking out of Kingsley’s office without looking back. Kingsley’s body shook with a heartbroken sigh and the aftershocks of guilty. He leant over his desk, bowed his head, and closed his eyes as he struggled for self control. He didn’t even look up when he heard the door open.
Rezan: I can come back.
Kingsley looked up and shook his head: I’m fine.
Rezan watched ske
LostEthan (with his back to his wife): Not now, Patricia. I have no strength left to endure your scorn.Lost by Delta-13
Patricia: That’s not why I am here.
Ethan turns around to face his ice queen, tears threatening to roll down her sharp and pale cheeks.
Patricia: He was my son too.
Devil's Bargain“You speak of peace as if it is the only thing of value! And it is because you are soft. You have never felt the emptiness of annihilation, the cold, calculated realization that you and everything that defines you, everyone that you love, every trace of your very existence will be destroyed. Peace! Peace! Peace leads to the slaughter. Peace leads to empty promises and shallow vows. Peace promises the present but denies the future. Peace!”Devil's Bargain by Delta-13
“Peace will be had when our enemies are dead and we are no longer the hunted. When their hounds no longer nip at our heels and their boots no longer grind us into the mud. Peace without victory is a Devil’s bargain.”
Him or Me"We used to live on the Shivian and Gargainian border when I was a child. One day, my brother disappeared so we went searching. It was cold and the first snow had fallen. I was freezing and somehow I was separated from the group, but I managed to find my brother. He was feasting on a deer, wallowing in its blood. He had been turned and, as I raised my rifle, he whirled around and stared at me. I stared back and pulled the trigger. It was him or me, you see."-Sebastian to RezanHim or Me by Delta-13
God BlinksGod blinks and someone dies,God Blinks by JeffreyRebowlski
The devil shines light in his eyes.
Hi, I’m Sam, also known as Ham, and I’m a recent escapee from the Virginia Military Institute (VMI). I am a goof who pretends to be driven and organized. Currently, my sister, , and I are working on seven major projects:|
1. The first project is my fifteen book science fantasy series: Nothing but Glory:
“Everyone has a reason to die. It is history that determines if it was worth dying for.”-Kingsley Montivelo.
My series follows thirteen leaders as they rise to power, how they handle a world war that is catastrophic in scope, and watches as some are overtaken by their sins-both intentional and unintentional-and some rise to lead a stronger, but dying world into an uncertain future. The first nine book are ‘regional’ books (they focus on each region of my world) while the next six are the about the war itself. Think of my series like the Avengers movies. The first nine books establish my characters (like Marvel phase one) and the next six books are one huge Avengers movie.
2. My second project is a companion book to the Nothing but Glory series: For the Next Killer Who Dies: Selected memories of a Revolutionary::
Killers never forget, they never forgive, and they never apologize, but sometimes they explain.
This is Kingsley Montivelo's memoir on his time as a member of the terroirist organization known as the Killer Liberation Army (KLA). Kingsley is one of the four leaders who are responsible for the war that my series, Nothing but Glory, is about and this book is his attempt to set the record straight. It starts with the moment he decides to join the KLA and ends with a fateful visit that sets the stage for the series itself.
3. My third project is a collection of short stories that relate to my series: the Backroads of Terra. It has been published on Kindle and contains illustrations drawn by my sister . It can found here: [link]
4. My fourth project is Heroes: a dystopian novel about Singularity gone wrong.
“We offer you Peace, Security, and Prosperity. We ask for your Privacy and your Obedience.”-Turing
Heroes is a world where there is no death, no war, no disease, and no crime. It is a perfect world as long as everyone follows the rules and does not mind being observed by the four guardians at all times. There is a small movement known as the Time Keepers who are desperately fighting the Guardians and bringing freedom back to the world.
5. My fifth project is Stairway to Heaven and is about a former druggie and asshole who decides to help struggling teens because he needs community service hours.
6. My sixth project is The Undesirables and it is about our modern world merging with the mystical world. Angels now rule planet earth and humans share their cities with all kinds of monsters. Archangel Michael creates a team of losers, damned, and assholes to combat evil with evil. Oh and Cthulhu is involved somehow. That’s all I got so far.
7. My seventh and final project is Dangerously Delusional. It is a comic about super heroes and super villains who have no idea what the hell they’re doing.
Nothing but Glory Website: skamenn.wordpress.com/
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My Tumblr: pepperthephoenix.tumblr.com/
My sister introduced me to stamps:
Wargods - The Prophecy- Hello? Anybody there?
Ain was alone, in a dark place. He could see nothing at all. But he felt that wherever he was, he is safe. A brief moment later, light came out of nowhere, and now Ain could at least see himself. But he was different. His ordinary clothes were nowhere, he wore something different. A leather-like material beautifully made, the clothes fit him perfectly. Boots, leather trousers, leather chest armor, sleeveless, and a pair of gloves too. All were emitting a faint white aura around them, like the armor's color. Whatever it was made out of, he could feel magic flowing through it, into his body and soul. Or was it the other way around? Was he the one who enchanted his clothes? He didn't know. But as he was about ask what he was wearing, his surroundings changed. He was somewhere unknown, yet familiar. The buildings were shaped and looked like nothing Ain has ever seen before. It was like he was watching a science fiction movie up close. Tall buildings, some were even
Old BeliefsHe looks about his home in the Underworld. Anubis exhales then smiles slightly as he catches a photograph of him, and some of the other Underworld gods at one of the world gods meetings. Hades looked so unamused about something. He was sure it was something to do with how power was getting settled around the gods.
Anubis smirks a bit as he picked up his coat. He was dressed in the modern way. Jeans, shirt, boots and his favorite leather jacket. He could not change his face; he would always look like a jackal. He looks about himself again before taking himself to where he was thinking of going.
He was going to the city to mingle amoung the people. They had no clue. They did not know that no matter what god they followed that Anubis still got to make sure their heart was weighed and he took the good souls to the heavens.
Anubis walks the streets of the modern city of Cairo. People walk though him. He knows they cannot see him. He searches for those that still believe. Not that thes
a time to rise, and a time to fallI have never asked her what it is that she misses so much. Whatever it is, it turns her eyes blue mid-winter and chases the heat from her cheeks. The truth is, I never thought it was my place to ask: after all, I'm nothing but a stranger in her quiet heart. And even now, years after we first met, I do not ask her.
She stretches one morning, all smooth edges and warm spaces. She looks at me as she always does before she tumbles out of bed, and her eyes are blue. Again. The weeks melt away and I am staring at six years worth of winters, all rolled into one. It chills me and my teeth chatter. She doesn't say anything but I know that she has caught me looking, has inhaled my shiver and tasted old winters in it instead of fresh laid snow. There is no fooling her, there has never been any chance of that: she always knows.
I give up all hope of further sleep and step out of bed and onto rich, plush carpet. It is a violent hue, bu
6 things I know about my grandfatheri.
My grandfather was one of nine children, all identical in black and white photographs. Each had a crop of dark hair, slightly crooked smiles and as a child I thought they had black eyes too. The shades, the pigments, were lost in translation and even still I picture him with ink-drop irises, faded sepia skin.
He, like his brothers, joined the navy. They left behind their youngest brother Ronnie on the shore waving in time with his murmured, off-beat heart, stretching the hole in his chest 8,000 miles wide. The Atlantic embraced them, called each in different directions as the waves rolled on endlessly. Their boats drifted from safe bays and my grandfather fixed his sight starboard, back towards London as the masts of his brothers’ vessels faded over the horizon.
My grandfather was in charge of saving anyone who fell overboard, and was for a time a deep sea diver. But he couldn’t swim, was scared of the bottomless depths aching beneath the deck. He lied on his forms,
What is Intelligence?How do you measure intelligence? Is it solving a mathematical problem, or reciting a sonnet? In the early 1900’s there was a machine
that could draw three pictures and write two poems. It did what it was programmed to do, but did it understand what it created or was
it going through the motions? The Turing test is too vague when it claims to measure intelligence. The definition does not pertain
purely to smarts; it’s a matter of feeling the music it listens to and relating to it. The robot industry will not lead to the apocalypse or to
a new dominant race. There is only a market for dumb robots, not smart ones. Do not be disillusioned; any and all advances in
technology today are made for the aim of gimmicks and publicity stunts. The mechanized butlers in Sleeper (1973) are more
accurate to what is being made now than the sociopathic replicants in Blade Runner (1982). No one wants a machine that
can think, that would be a threat to national security. No one ex
I had a problem.I once had problems, but they've gone.
It’s been so long, since I had to solve one.
I sleep on a bed stuffed full of my riches.
I don't ever clean or do the dishes,
No one is ever mean and my nose never itches.
With all it's perfection, something is wrong,
'Cause its been so long, since I had a problem
Its been so long since I tried to solve one.
I make more than congressman, senators and presidents.
Somewhere there must be some form of penitence.
Is this the price for a life full of decadence?
Historical Fantasy: The Future Reflects the PastThe best way to write about the world you're
in is to write about what happens after it.
Water's Not for Me(n)The water's not for me, the all transparent sea.
the horrors sound asleep in the all confounding deep.
Morally oblique, the monsters bare their teeth.
We Dig the GravesWhen enough people care,
The bosses make things fair.
When enough people fear,
They make the problem disappear.
But what people don’t realize,
That it doesn’t get them anywhere.
Because everything slides back into disarray,
The people can't be that involved everyday.
So they get lazy and act like they don't have a say,
But it is we who decide the world should be this way.
They allow the crooks and the corrupted to go out,
and play with the lives that one cares to save.
The bosses are the caretakers,
while we are those who dig the graves.
The GraveIf ever I should pass away
and shed this mortal coil
May I be so lucky to rest in
such a charming patch of soil
Behind rocksThey stood there,
Behind the rocks
Post-ViteAs I grow older my body withers, and with my body so goes my worth.
Life is a battleground, and like brave solders I've come to terms
that I am already dead. Most respect the dead like I cherish those yet to be born,
the pre-generation. What they do in life hasn't happened and the possibilities are endless,
unlike when your older, where your path gradually becomes set. At some point in the first
ten years of everyone's life we discover death, the next ten years we come to terms we will die.
Death is the final state of living matter. It means immobility, non-existence, the definition of meaninglessness.