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I Want to RecognizeThe Water Scares Me
I was overwhelmed by a sense of déjà vu. Haven't I been here before?
Massive tree trunks surrounded the familiar park square. In the center, a simple small fountain rested. Whenever I glanced around to take in the rest of the park, my eyes kept returning to the fountain against my will, as if the water was pulling them.
I didn't like water. That much I figured out from the way my eyes nervously strayed back to it a couple feet away. As I walked around it, I spotted a yellow fur ball the size of a baseball swimming on the surface.
At the sight, I gasped and reeled back, a hand to my mouth. I felt my memory
Geronimo: Chapter 3 (Reader x Eleventh Doctor)"Doctor,do you have any clue where we're going?" you asked your (e/c) eyes looking at him in bemusement. " I always do. Usually.Sometimes. Ok I usually have no clue." you both laughed at that last sentence. The TARDIS stopped. You flung open the doors to reveal a lush Italian landscape.You gazed around and immediately ran for a beautiful willow tree. The doctor was slightly trailing behind you and speed-walked to keep up. You both sat under the tree, just drinking in the scene with admiration. His face burned a bright crimson, when you noticed this you became flushed as well. All of the sudden a body fell out of the willow. You both jumped u
What lurks within'Your dreamscape goes on for years, as you travel along the set out path you become increasingly weary of what's coming up next. The grab bag plethora of randomness is almost undeniable, you're likely to come across a giant man eating clown ravaging a small village or a vision of the future end of the world or your teeth falling out one by one.
As you continue down the road it begins to morph, becoming topsy turvy, sending your stomache for a ride. Your vision becomes skewed as you spiral infinitely forward, unaware of your fate. Eventually you stop, standing at the precipise of your own consciousness. The here and now, you watch your self slumbering. An ideal picture perfect end to the nonsensical rantings of your inner mind. You look back at the fear inducing-happiness creating insanity behind you and smile.
Kids, do not...“I need something to drink...” Angie muttered.
She reached inside the nearby fridge and grabbed a beaker of purple fluid. Not caring what was in the beaker at the moment, she drank its contents.
Angie coughed from the resulting smoke that came from ingesting the fluid, only to find her...er, himself different. He was hairier than normal, his chest was flat, his hair was shorter, and he was wearing a pair of trousers instead of a skirt.
“Where’s the Director?!” she/he yelled in embarrassment. “One of the scientists put some sort of gender switching formula in the fridge!”
HunterHargreaves stood watching the greyness around him. His eyes wandered back and forth, watching for anything except the ghostly movements of the fog creeping along the ground.
The metal of his Directed Ionisation Cannon clinked as it cooled from the recent gunfire. Minutes earlier he'd felt like a fool firing it at nothing but rocks and bushes, but he needed to get their attention somehow.
He'd been waiting for them to find him for the past three days since he saw the dropship trail. Either the hunter they'd sent was taking a vacation in the swamps, or he was a god damn idiot who couldn't find his own ass with both hands, he considered, chuck
gestaltThe glass frame shuddered, vibrating like a card in the wind. A rounded cup on the table twitched in small jumps, just microns off the surface of the vibrating crystal. The liquid inside quivered and bounced, small globules of the dark syrup and liquor separating and falling back into themselves.
An incense cone etched a zigzagging line of light gray smoke into the air, and the man at the booth lit a cigarette from the glowing tip. Soga was an experienced sec-op agent, graduated from squad work with the peacekeepers to independent investigator; he spent most of his time happily on ice, unconscious, an avatar without a handler, in as much a s
Return: I'm back! (Chapter 1)Piper's PoV:
"Piper! Carter! Get in here it's time for dinner!" I heard my mom call out. I turned my head for a moment by instinct. A hard football connected with the side of my head. I blinked my bright blue eyes a few times and shot a glare at my identical twin sister, Carter. She smirked and tossed her dirty blonde hair behind her shoulder.
"Oopsies. Did I hit you? I'm SO sorry." She said with a fake tone of sympathy. I growled at her and she stuck out her tongue.
"Carter, knock it off." My mom shouted from the door. Carter groaned in annoyance.
"I'm not Carter, she is!" Carter said, sneaking me a wink. I quickly caught on.
Space Warrior 15Gen: A riot? That's easy!
Gen walks over to a thin prisoner and picks him up
Everyone looks at Gen
Immediately, everyone began shouting and fighting, the usual signs of a riot
Prisoner: Forget controlling my anger! LET'S RIOT! *gets tackled*
Mark: Now what?
Zeo: We just need to get to the landing bay.
Gen: But that's on the other side of the prison!
Zeo: *brings out Z-Saber* Don't worry, just follow me!
Nala: *hears the riot* What is that?! *runs outside and sees everyone fighting* WHAT?!? HOW DID THIS HAPPEN? THIS IS SUPPOSED TO BE A LOCK DOWN!!!!!!
Sarah: *points* Warden, look!
Nala turns to wher
The Alien's Coffee A great deal has been said about our imagined first contact with alien species. There have been takeovers and battles, bloodshed and abductions. Some have spoken of recipe books, others of sex slaves, even of gardeners. But, in truth, the actual first contact was rather mundane. It all started with a cup of coffee.
And not the sexy coffee, either. It wasn’t an afternoon specialty latte meant to fuel some eager freshman politician into his late night forays into debt management. It wasn’t the iced mocha Frappuccino of the preppy kid on his way to the club on a Friday night. It wasn’t even that first cup o&rsquo
[Noah's Blog] Well, Shit...I say that because I started out the day all excited. We were near D.C., and it's the Fourth of July and I thought it would be awesome to go see the fireworks. I didn't realize we'd end up in a bar with hard liquor afterward.
A hick from a hick town, I hadn't ever really seen a *big* show before. I mean, we'd set off our own stuff in the driveway and gone to the next town for theirs once or twice, but that was about it. So I didn't even think when Mac and I were sitting there with Jo and Red about suggesting that we go. There was a hitch in Jo's expression when she looked at Mac, but he just smiled a little and shrugged and agreed that it mi
—¡Sigue corriendo, no pares! —Gritaba una mujer a un niño, de unos seis años, con el cabello negro y liso, que estaba cansado de correr.
—¡Sigue corriendo! ¡Por favor Yami, hazlo, necesitamos salir de aquí lo antes posible!
Las dos personas corrían desesperadamente, huían de varios soldados que les estaban persiguiendo por razones que hasta ellos mismos desconocían, la mujer, como iba armada con una katana muy larga, casi tan larga como ella, tropezaba a veces contra las piedras en el camino y su katana se quedaba atascada
JialungJialung (Aigialosaurus jialunosaurus)
In a world dominated by dinosaurs there existed a group of lizard-like reptiles, called aigialosaurs. In our world those modest reptiles eventually went to the sea and became the mosasaurs, the greatest and the last of all the marine reptiles. In a world where dinosaurs did not exist, these reptiles also went to the sea, but in far lesser numbers, and of them all, jialung was probably the biggest.
By the standards of prehistoric reptiles, jialung was an average-sized reptile, about 9 meters long, and was shaped more like a prehistoric whale or a snake than a lizard. It did have four flippers that it use
Universal - Chapter 2Chapter 2: Little Green Men From Outer Space
Billy sat across from the blonde Skrull, a bit nervous. He'd never seen a Skrull before, much less sat across from one. Well, no that wasn't exactly true. He had seen Super Skrull before.
His stare drifted over to Super Skrull, who sat anxiously next to the blonde one, looking back and forth at everyone around him. Super Skrull noticed he was being watched and shot a sudden sharp glare at Billy, making him avert his eyes. He had seen Super Skrull in the newspapers and on television, usually when Super Skrull was battling the Fantastic Four or when National Geographic did specials on the alien rac
What Am I? Lingering in that photo...
In that simple shot (still, I feel the bullet there)
I look, and I see a woman.
I am not a woman.
I have never worked for a lifestyle,
given birth for an allowance
I have never truly loved a man.
I am not a woman.
I do not have the means to
to wake, feel the calling..(oh, it calls, but I do not answer)
and move, move, move
until I reach a place of
I am not a woman.
Sometimes, I still take the
of my childhood and
place it on shoulders of
HelicaseHelio and I were always sitting on the stairs, chatting about the lamina and occasionally making snide remarks about ribosomes. There wasn't much for us to do. Our job was to simply be, and let the RNA scribble down the letters on our foreheads when they came around every once in a while. Helio was a G, I was a C. It wasn't exactly fulfilling, I suppose. There wasn't much to be filled. So to pass the time, we talked.
"You ever wonder?" Helio asked.
"About...well...what's out there." Helio and I were rooted to the stairs, quite happily, but it was awkward to move in. He kind of twisted in the general direction of the closest pore. "Out in the cytoplasm."
"I haven't," I admitted. "What's there to wonder about?"
"That's exactly the thing. I have no idea." Helio sighed, gazing into the distance. "Somehow it feels like we play this huge, huge role in something important, but how can we when we don't even know what that something is? I want to be something that, that has
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