One is the Loneliest NumberOptimus Prime wasn't sure why he had come here. The journey to "Dinobot Island" and Black's laboratory had an almost dream-like quality in his memory banks and he had only gotten here five cycles ago. He'd managed to avoid the Dinobots during his journey, thankfully - he didn't want to be bothered. But now he was here and wondering just what force had compelled him to make this expedition.
He stood motionless as he recalled the last time he had been here, some weeks ago. Blackarachnia had extorted him to fetch a component for Prometheus Black so he could experiment on her and the scientist had, of course, betrayed her. Optimus had acted without thinking then too, rescuing her more out of reflex than conscious decision. Of course if he had paused to think about it, he would have done the same thing anyway. He still cared about her.
After Elita-1's apparent death, he had always fantasized about what life would have been like if she'd lived. Commanding a ragtag crew repairing space-bridge
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Anarchaia, Chapter 1
All she could remember was the sound of shattering and a blinding pain tearing through her skull. Then she was falling… falling…
Ex awoke with a start and a sharp gasp. She quickly sat up. The sound of singing insects and crackling fire filled her ears. The world around her seemed to swell and ebb in rhythm with her breathing. The trees around her seemed to have no end and she felt… shorter.
Where am I? She turned her head towards the heat of the flames, confusion swimming through her consciousness like a wasp caught in molasses. Her heart jumped into her throat. She knew she had turned her head – she had felt the fire’s glow move across her face. Yet, ahead of her remained the sight of the deep seemingly endless forest. She clenched the grass beneath her hands, the molasses growing thicker.
The Night We Ran Out of VodkaDisclaimer: This is a work of fiction. The historical events portrayed are used in a fictional manner. All of the characters herein are a product of the author's imagination, or are used solely in a fictional sense. The author owns exclusive rights to this work.
Note: Though this takes place in Russia, as the story is written in English, the dialogue is also written in English.
Note 14 February 2015: “Sven” has been changed to “Alexei” due to the historical culture in order to attain more believability.
The radio crackled as Alexei turned the dials, scratchy static echoing around the room. He stopped the needle at the station where news of the front had often been broadcast. Pulling his hands back, he rubbed them together quickly for some friction, not willing to waste any of their small coal supply for the chill in his bones at this early hour. The thin woolen gloves did not provide much warmth but he dar
First FlightDisclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to anyone, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The author owns exclusive rights to this story.
Stars surrounded Penelope. Her peripheral vision seemed to be incredibly impaired, white entering the edge of her sight. Even feeling the bulk of the pack against her back, she certainly was not hampered by its weight. Looking down, she grinned as she remembered the controls at her hands. A slight twitch of the stick under her left palm and she was rotating slowly to the right. Her mouth fell open in surprise, taking in gulps of air that tasted somewhat musty and stale.
The speaker in her suit buzzed and crackled, but otherwise no sound came through. She could only assume that there was interference from the equipment she came to repair. The poofy white arm of her space suit obscured her vision slightly, and she moved to view the massive machines from a better angle. Despite the two satellites orbiting the
Golden drips of salvationPowerful you are;
Cutting with a razor
The light into my life.
Silence, when beads of gold
drip onto my floor.
and I turn my head up,
but flinch when I see the reflection of life’s truth-
Which conflicts so heavy with my own.
The sudden death of innocenceWas it in the bathroom? with the vapor still on the mirror
Was it in the guest room? where we last saw her
Was it in the theater? surrounded by disguises
Was it in the pool? fear spreading like a virus
Was it in the garden? roses doomed to wilt
Was it in the kitchen? knives all around
Were those your footsteps? planted in the earth
Surrounded by the flowers. which were dying since your birth
Were those your hand prints? smeared across the wall
Covered in red. No one knows at all?
Lady Doomed To Die, we all saw it coming
Followed by eyes so sly, your whole life you were running
A mysterious tragedy, in an oh so silenced town
Curiously we followed you on your way down
We never talk about you nor the screams you made
But we know you’ll always be there with every step we take
A dirty little secret for a town full of demons
Your death is silenced, but we still hear you screaming
Here comes the storm
It is one of those days – well at least you think it’ll only be a day- where you feel like your mind could greatly compare to a black hole and your body is just an obstacle on a way to a better state of mind. It is one of those moments where you pity the fools who believe in the good life, and where you just numbly drool over the streets, the books, the words; the said and done. Now it might have started small, like the first raindrop on the window. But I did not expect the storm that was about to follow. The grey numb feeling, the black abyss so called your life, the red – the hunger for the red. And now lightnings are formed upon my body, while my eyes let free the rain, I wish there was somebody, who could take away this pain.
Not everything is a disasterWe were meant
Not to be
We never grew
Our hearts were
Not set on fire
We both have missed
we are fine with that.