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"Distance to target?"
"Are you ready?"
"No Ma'am, but it's not like we have another choice"
"Correct Sergeant, and never forget that."
"Open bay doors."
Click, tap, grind.
"On my mark."
"Waiting for your mark."
"Copy mark. Bomb away."
"Good work Sergeant. We just killed millions."
"Fat Boy killed them Ma'am. Not us."
"We were His grand chariot, Sergeant."
"That we were Ma'am."
"Take us home Sergeant."
TurningWhat is this feeling, hiding deep inside?
What is it doing, turning loose my dark side?
I can feel my control, slowly slipping away.
And the light fades, for no longer day.
Once good and clean, something inside grew.
It tried and fought hard, hoping to break through.
But my mind was strong, and kept it at bay.
But no longer strong, on this faithful day.
I am changing rapidly, turning a new page.
Letting loose my anger, my hate, my rage.
No apologies for the ones caught in between.
For your demise was imminent, it should have been seen.
Taking the first new step, down in the darkness.
Smiling from within as I traverse it mindless.
Here goes my new self, loose upon this world.
The beast has become uncaged, its wings unfurled.
These are the last words, last sounds, last breaths.
Cause now its out to make its art, the art of death.
Hide not from the fate, embrace it open armed.
Cause those alike this, shall not be harmed.
Bound Sharks band.P.O.W.SKI
Kira Ski is a 26 year old veteran member of Shark Team Six. She is a sky blue shark, with yellow eyes. She was a fine Shark until one mission where her team suffered a terrible defeat. Five members of the 15 member team were killed. Eight of them were captured as Prisoners of War. Kira managed to escape with two others, while the rest were executed. She then met with the other two members of the team, and the five retired. Kira went back stateside to become a vocalist. She gathered the remaining members and brought them together, forming a punk rock band named, Bound Sharks. She adopted the name P.O.W.SKI in reference to her imprisonment, and her name. She has many notable scars from the war, such as her dorsal fin, and her pelvic fins. Her right arm is riddled with burn scars and several knife wounds. She tattooed herself in remembrance to many things. A brown strap on her muzzle, one on each wrist and just above her boots, and two on her tail mark as the straps used to bind
A little challange for any who dare try.6 120 42 14 144 3 8 168 36 2 160 27 30 112 57.
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Now again.Now again,
We can win,
Just go in,
Get your kin.
Aim to kill,
Gut and spill,
Fight your will,
Live to fill.
Burn them down,
Break the crown,
Make them drown,
Blow up town.
Through the sand,
In new land,
We must band,
Hand in hand.
What to do,
Through and through,
In the Slough,
Throw the shoe.
Bombs sent high,
Make them shy,
Burn and die,
So says I.
Never PerfectAlways late,
Loss of fate,
In the dirt,
Do not flirt,
Have no shirt.
Just give in,
Fall and spin,
Hate and sin,
Cut the pin.
Break the tie,
Spin your lie,
Fall and die.
Have no respect,
Fell like reject,
What a defect,
Go and bleed,
Loose your steed,
Can not breed,
Why not heed?
Fluttershy's Therapy VisitAfter Four Months of work, I am most pleased to present the first of the Mane Six Moment With DRWolf Sessions:
I would very much like to hear what you think.
Markiplier's Get Well Card (Let's Try this)Okay, since Mark got sick I kinda wanted to give him (or whoever has the last signature).
Here's how this will work (we don't want to spam his page an all):
Thank you :iconDarkRose-chan: for helping me
It work one signature at a time. Yes.
So, like the first commenter (on this journal) will sign it. Then the person that commented after he/she, will do the same and so on and so forth.
Here's the card
Current Signatures: 14
Current Card: cyphere.deviantart.com/art/Get…
Currently Waiting (in order):
My BetrayalMy Betrayal
Early Winter, Year 759 of the New Age
West of Westhaven, Windborne
All she could remember was chasing after Fox and his men, after her children when the world went black. The lightning had nearly struck her. She woke hours later, a few miles north of the cape. She hadn't remember running that far but she supposed she had. but
She continued on her way. She couldn't go back, not until she had the children. Or at least knew they were safe. She had, after all, given the information that allowed her father to take them. One thing she could rest assure, he couldn't possibly hurt his grandchildren, could he?
She lifted her nose to the breeze, scenting for danger. Having never been to the main herds lands, never spoken to any of them, either the exception of Jeet, Tor, and Fox, she tried to be extra cautious. Her eyes
Broken Legs, Necks, and FacesHefting another barrel up out of the water, Joka carefully deposited it on the cart he had found in the marketplace. It had become difficult for him to carry back the needed amount of water by himself, so the rickety thing was a lifesaver. As the crocodile moved in and out of the river to fill the various containers they had brought with them, he occasionally checked around him for who he was quickly thinking of as his own child. If the tiger happened to wander off out of his sight, it was a simple shout to get his location. But with the newcomers in the rainforest, he wouldn't risk letting Jaya wander off more than a few meters. Joka would wait for the call back before heading back into the water and fighting with an oddly shaped vase to hold so that it could fill with the life saving water. Although he was apprehensive about bringing Jaya with him, he couldn't risk leaving him alone at the watering hole with what water they had stashed there or letting him wander o
SomeDay Pt2Someday pt 2
A gravity falls fanfic.
(Dipper x Robbie)
(Don't like don't read.)
A few hours later, Robbie and Dipper were cuddling on Stan's couch while Stan was in his room. Dipper buried his head into Robbie's hood while Robbie hugged him like a bear. The room was dark and the only sources of light were the TV, and the fish tank, which gave off an aqua hue. Everything was just relaxing, so Dipper fell asleep, cozy in Robbie's arms. Robbie saw Dipper sleeping and hugged him tighter.
Meanwhile, Mabel tiptoed down the stairs with a digital camera and found the boys cuddling together. She sneaked over to a good spot and took a picture of them. She tried to hide her laughter and tiptoed back up the stairs.
Soos,Grenda and Candy were all gathered up in a circle on the floor in Mabel's room. Mabel made a grand entrance into the room while holding her camera up in the air gloriously.
Soos: Ok, now show me 'cause I don't know if you're messing with me or not.
Mabel showed S
Birth of the Mega Force Part 2Mega Force NOW!
Narrator: Thomas came back to his house and found it destroyed.
Thomas: Oh no! My house! It's destroyed! [he saw his Earth parents' dead bodies] They're barbequed! David! David? No! He's toast!
Narrator: The next day, a funeral is held.
Thomas: [cries] Huh? [he went to the caverns] What's this?
FatherDude's Ghost: SuperDude. This is your father. You need some training.
Narrator: After countless years of training, Thomas became SuperDude!
SuperDude: Check me out!
FatherDude's Ghost: Now go!
SuperDude: Okay! [he flies]
Narrator: He became faster than a speeding bullet! He's more stronger than a huge rock! He's more smarter than a chimpanzee!
SuperDude: The sum of a square root in a side of an... uh... I don't know?
Narrator: Well... faster and stronger anyway. He started defeating bad guys big and small! Untill, he saw someone.
Thundara: A guitar thief? I don't think so! [she beats up a thief] Here you go.
Store Owner: Thank you.
SuperDude: Whoa! Mama! Hey t
|9.2| Too Damn LongRyder opened her eyes and watched him carefully, she let out a breath of relief as he pulled her closer, a slight hissing shudder in it as her body complained about the incredibly needed action. As he tucked his face into her neck she couldn’t help but tilt her head to allow it with a deep breath. It soon turned to a hum and her arms wrapped around his torso. “I wish I could have told you before I left...” The hyena rubbed her cheek against his hair and let her eyes close. “You know if I could have I would have....right?” She knew he was probably still steaming a bit, apology or not, and so the woman worked at running her hands up and down the spine of fur on his back. “I know if I had I would have come back spotless.” She offered, a small smile coming over her face. Even if she was still burning a bit for having to admit running away the thought of his dedication to her would never fail to bring the expression to her face. “
Birth of the Mega Force Part 1Narrator: Dateline: The Planet Koritron. Where a alien baby boy is being fed.
MotherDude: SuperDude. You will be the next big hero of Koritron.
MotherDude: OrdinaryDude! Don't be jelous!
OrdinaryDude: Heh heh.
FatherDude: This is the best day of our lives! [the planet began to shake] What's this! It's the end of the world!
MotherDude: What should you do now?
FatherDude: I'll put SuperDude in the rocket. With this costume, you'll protect Earth.
FatherDude: Good luck. [he pushes the button, launching SuperDude to Earth] Where's OrdinaryDude? He must've run away. [the planet Koritron explode]
Narrator: Meanwhile, the rocket ship lands on a familier planet known as Earth. [the rocket crash landed on a house]
Mr. Benson: What is this? A baby?
Mrs. Benson: What should you name him?
Mr. Benson: I'll name him Thomas.
Mrs. Benson: That is a very nice name.
Mr. Benson: Okay.
Narrator: The International Mega Force of Super Aquintenc
|9| Too Damn Long The moment the tense meeting of leaders had ended Ryder stepped aside with Tiberius. She hadn’t heard much about the swamp people until now, but after seeing just how desperate they all seemed to be she was intensely curious. And like always - she hated second hand information. She was sure seeing it for herself would prove the most valuable and after quickly discussing, or rather telling him, what she would do, the second in command took off into the trees. With the leaders still making their way back to their respective villages she was sure there might be some opening for her to sneak off and collect the information that was needed, planning to bring back as much intel as possible for Tiberius should they decide to act.
The woman, like always, dove straight into where the danger was; with zero regard for what could happen. If she was going to get the best feel for the rainforester’s situation, she had to go to the worst of the problem. That called for her to trudg
Twilight's Shadow (Preview)
Twilight stood looking over the valley, staring at the peaceful house down below in the fields. The calm river ran under the ancient stone bridge. The sun was setting, casting a shadow over the land, and the sky turned to grey. Twilight sighed, and levitated the detonator in front of her. The cold, grey feeling was creeping over her, and as it passed over her cut which would not heal, it began to seep blood again.
Twilight lowered her head as tears began to drip from her moist eyes. She whispered, "I'm so sorry." She pushed the detonator, and the peaceful valley shook, shook as the house was sky-high, shook as the fields were set ablaze, shook as the thousand year old bridge fell into the river. She sobbed quietly as the fires rose, and the smoke carried off into the blackening skies.
She turned away, aware the princess would draw near, and ran. She left the scene with high remorse, and the grey had over taken her once more. She disappeared into the night, the screams of fear a
Blood BrothersBrookie always holds my hand when we cross the street. She's never given a reason for it, she just does it. It's become this unspoken rule with us that whenever we cross the street together, she slips her hand in mine and I lace my fingers through hers and we walk hand-in-hand until we reach the other side and she drops her hand and we both wipe our palms on our jeans. Brookie's a little scared of crossing the street. Her poppa died in a car crash when we were six. He was a pedestrian. She's never gotten over it.
Brookie is my best friend going on sixteen years now, which is pretty impressive considering we're both sixteen. We don't have some cute little story about how we were born in the same hospital on the same day or about how our mothers were best friends long before they were pregnant with us and somehow passed on that bond while we were still in utero. No, Brookie and I met the same way ever
MercyOh sweet God how the grassland
ignites in moonlight tonight
I must thank you for creating
her tangled fingers' slow pace
through the handsome rain Her
trochaic kinesthesia to rhythms
in Stravinsky's The Rite of
Spring Is this how you meant
for us to love you Yahweh
Tumbling clumsily down hills
of sheets into perpetually
immutable silence I could love
you like that I think I've been
practicing on this Savanna
for days and months Lost in
her crystal canvas Rolling crests
and troughs And when she touches
me Oh fair Lord I'm dragged into
your city past Gethsemane's
pulsing green and gold
Please hold us together
under this luminous stretch
Oh Father We are live
unclothed Our reflections awash
with the skin of your sun
Life is but a DreamWe are just unnourished frail bodies,
overfed with white lies and short-lived-euphorias.
Books filled with black letters,
etching lurid images into our utmost dreams.
Veering us from the big picture...
the one we fail to paint ourselves.
Our fists much too busy with fights,
that we are bound to lose.
Too occupied in line waiting,
for creativity to be let loose like a stray dog.
As if we will find home in this pursuit of happiness...
but we only enclose each other in small rooms
with nothing but old laptops.
How many times I've guessed which letter could it be...
Which letter could it be?
To free us from havoc-stricken-thoughts?
They come and go, unending like 24 hour subway stations.
There's no break for this lonely man,
heaving every breathe of stale air
into my overused lungs...
Living in confined walls of flesh
held up with brittle paper-mache bones.
Which day is it that I will burst out from this cage of a life?
And hover with the Gods found in carefully binded bo
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